re:little red riding hood

I was just told by someone about the wonders and weirdness of the world. But I never knew that it would occur to the fairytale-land as well.

Well, not exactly fairytale-like.

So there’s this one ordinary girl called the Little Red Riding Hood. No, she’s not the clumsy Little Red Riding Hood we all knew—she lived in a big city. A big one, like New York. And like her counterpart, she still is the sweetest and cutest child in the whole ci—er no, I mean her school. And despite that, being born in a family of secret agents, she wasn’t spoiled—she’s still a good girl who likes to help her family with things.

And that’s why she wasn’t complaining when she was sent off to the countryside one day.

“Take this basket of bread and goodies to your grandma as she is not well these days and cannot cook for herself,” her mother told her at the airport before her plane departs.

Little Red Riding Hood nodded simply, not even complaining about how her mother supposed to put all of these on a Tupperware.

And so here she was, in front of a small cottage she had rented the moment she had arrived. She know her grandma’s house too well—pass through the forest, near the brook. So as she settled to go to her grandma’s house, she checked to make sure that the basket of goodies was still with her.

Along the way, she carefully eyed her surroundings, trying to make sure there isn’t any wolf passing by and stalking her. She used to being read stories by her mother a lot when she was still little, and one of them somehow coincidentally matched with her condition right now. Yeah you know what story did I mean, right?

And aside for now, not even a single fur has she spotted.

“Well, I’m safe for now,” she thought to herself, as she began to stride happily across th...

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...m her sling bag and pointed it to his chest. Her gaze turned dark all of a sudden.

“That knife get an inch of me, you’ll die,” she laughed. “I’m sick of you trying to vanish all of my family. Don’t you think the 10-year old me can’t do anything. Now. Freaking. Tell. Me. Where. Is my grandmother.”

And amazingly to her, the man can’t do nothing but sheepishly leading her to a cupboard. Reluctantly, he unlocked the keys—and there sat her grandmother with a cellphone on her hands.

“Now there,” she smiled charmingly. “Last cup of tea before cops got their feet here?”

“Oh grandma, so glad to see you!” And with that, both Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother reunited happily, high-fiving each other.

And as for the fake secret agent, he was sent custody by the cops who were there in mere minutes, and the two just watched as they dug in some cookies together with tea.