Little Red Monologue

O pure muse tell me of your tales. Allow me to spread the words of a young girl whom of which great misfortune the gods have bestowed. Lend me your mind that which knows of all fantasies. Lend me your voice to share those wonders to my audience of young and old. Speak, o muse, of the laughs, of the sorrows. And teach us all, the lessons that have ought to be learned. Once upon a time, there was a frail young girl who, whenever she left the safety of her home, would galavant about the town wearing a small red riding cloak. The woven reds of the cloak were full of character, bold, and daring, much the same as the acts of Hercules in his great endeavors to defeat the labors he was tasked with and gain his right to immortality. Thus,

It had been quite a while since Little Red had gone to see her grandma, who lived deep in the woods that bordered their town, and the she thought her sweet grandma would be lonesome all by herself in the great woods. Absent minded Little Red’s mother agreed that she would, indeed, be getting lonely at around this time of year. “That sounds like a wonderful idea! Your grandmother will be very happy to see how much you’ve grown,” her mother said. And with that, they packed a basket filled with soft, freshly baked breads and cookies. It gave off such a splendid aroma, so much so that even absent minded Little Red had trouble restraining herself from tasting just a little

Come in!” The conniving wolf croaked in his best grandma voice, “That must be you, my dear granddaughter.” Absent minded Little Red Riding Hood, entered the house and set her basket down. She was immediately taken aback by the startling sight of her “grandma”. “Oh my! Grandma, your voice sounds like you’ve got the sniffles!” Absent minded Little Red Riding Hood said with alarm. “Why! You are exactly right! But please, there's no need to worry about me,” the conniving wolf bantered back, adding in a cough to thoroughly convince the absent minded girl. “But grandma! Your ears! They’re much larger and pointier than I remember…,” Little Red said, inching ever so slightly towards the bed. “Ah, young one, these make it easier to hear you with. Now I’ll never be forced to use an ear horn again!” The conniving wolf said with a sly smile. “Oh grandma! Those teeth of yours, why, they’re much too big and much too sharp. Don’t they hurt?” Little Red Riding Hood asked with a quiver in her voice. “Don’t mind them, they only make it easier for me to eat you!” The wolf howled, and made an attack on the not so absent minded Little Red Riding