The Big Bad Wolf and the Red Riding Hood

He went after her, following her every move, every flap of her cape, eyes locked at the red of her head.

Foolish was the wolf, that actually believed himself to be, even for a moment, the hunter, when all in all he was only following after a bait, oblivious to the trap ahead of him.

She led him thought the forest, disappearing from his view from time to time, but, as he ran on after her, he would always catch a glimpse of her cape turning on this or that tree, under a trunk or over a pile of rocks. And so he would keep up his hunt.

At some point thou, she scaped his tracking, and for a few minutes he found no trace of her… untill he got to an opening in the woods, filled with a house. The door open, and the riding hood hanging inside.

The wolf walks in, happy with himself at his opportunity, smirking and smiling. “The little one knows nothing of whats coming for her.” the wolf thought.

. . .

She was thinking the same thing.

. . .

He attaked.

She fought back.


About Huginn
I'm on my twenties, I live in Brazil and enjoy playing video games, board games and Role Playing Games. I'm what some consider a nerd, or a geek, but at the same time not your traditional preconception of a geek. No glasses, play sports, but I like science and geography, I like to read and love to travel and to make up stories about places and and times. I am no genius, but there are definitely a load of stupidity going around.

One Response to The Big Bad Wolf and the Red Riding Hood

  1. I see what you did there…

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