This Story's Going Wrong

This Story’s Going Wrong

She wanders through the forest, lingers for a while at her Grandma’s house. The basket of goodies is on the table plain to see; no point in unpacking it yet for her Grandma is still fast asleep. Where is he?

She had no sense of him following her through the trees; she had heard nothing but the distant thud of the axe. The woodsman is in place, ready to spring in to action and save his lady fair. But, he’s a ‘no show’, there is nothing that she needs rescuing from.

The wolf has simply not appeared!

Red Riding Hood sits and kicks her heels. This is not right, the other starring character is refusing to play the game. She’d have to go and look for him, find out what was up.

Red wandered here, she wandered there, almost giving up the search when she spotted what looked like grey fur. Cautiously she made her approach.

And there he was, the wolf, looking so sad and dejected. He certainly did not look as though she had any reason to fear his attack. What was going on?

Red walked around, slowly, until she was certain that he could see her. “Oh, Wolf, what a big creature you have become,” she said, not sticking to her script.

“Go away,” he growled.

“You can’t say that. I’m Red Riding Hood, you want to eat me. Didn’t anyone send you the script?” The girl was incredulous, ready to be terrified but with nothing to be scared of.

“Go away! I don’t want to play your silly games. Take all the other humans with you. All you want to do is reinforce the myth that we are dangerous, make more people come after my brothers and sisters, slaughter us and feel good and entitled to do so.”

“But you’re a mighty wolf, blood-thirsty and hungry for my life.” Red Riding Hood was in total disbelief of what she was hearing. Where was the ferocity, the animal savagery?

“Just leave me alone. Go away, and stay away. I’ve had enough of your stupid games.” And with that, the wolf turned his head, and left Red Riding Hood to disconsolately walk away.