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Little Red Killing Hood


Little Red Killing Hood

 

Everyone knows the story of Little Red Riding Hood

The one who visits her Grandmother

However, this little girl was not so good

In fact, she held secrets that she covered

 

It’s true, she did run into the wolf on her way

And told him of her plan

But Red knew that he was looking for prey

And with that, she took off and ran

 

The wolf beat her in the race

And gobbled up her family

The sight was a disgrace

Yet Red felt no agony

 

Somehow, Red remained calm

As she stood across from the killer

A small, shiny object appeared in her palm

And the Wolf broke out in a shiver

 

A dagger appeared in her hand

And disappeared into his muscle

She ripped him open in a scene so grand

And he fell, without even a grumble

 

The grandmother exited from the body

With disgust on her face

Yet Red chuckled kind of oddly

As if this was her fate

 

She buried the wolf beneath the ground

But never forgot the feeling

When she scanned the forest for a new hound

So she could continue on with her killings

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