The Little Red
One day, in a small little village
A small girl awoke from her bed
She walked up to her father and smiled
As he laid his hand upon her head.
He asked her to deliver a basket
To a distant relative who lived nearby
He warned her about the monster at night
But he knew she would not cry
The girl with eyes of yellow
And hair of red
Set off on her journey
She headed out on the path it lead.
She stumbled upon a young man
Silver hair and a cunning smile
He asked if he could walk
And talk with her a while
She did not mind but kept her space
For she knew evil was afoot
She kept ahead, this little red
Wondering if he would stay put.
The man had looked down for a moment or two
And just like that she had left
He wondered where she had gone
Thinking she was quite deft.
He walked down the path
Looking for her, searching high and low
When he looked for the girl
He found her footprints in the snow.
Night drew near as he began to fear
A young girl like this should not be out
He saw a small house just near the way
He decided to see what it was about.
As he reached for the door he twisted the knob
Calling out in the room
He saw a small figure and soon realized
This would be his doom.
He spotted a monster hunched over a corpse
Bleeding from the mouth, you could hear the monsters cries
It had red-like fur
And golden yellow eyes.
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