He knew Little Red was heading his way. It was Sunday afternoon she’d be going to her Grandma’s house. The canopy of trees overhead sheltered him, like a leafy cave. He ran his tongue over sharp glistening teeth, sighed then in a contented fug curled up in a ball and slept.
She was stood over him when he woke holding her father’s hunting knife aloft.
“What a big mistake you’ve made Mr Wolf. Grandma needs a new fireside rug.”
She clasped his neck, stroking his hackles gently whilst deciding where to cut.
She chose.
And the thicket swallowed his howls.
Christopher over 1 year ago
And the three little pigs were standing by yelling, "Yeah! Get that bastard!"
Very cool drabble, Lisa.
Michael Cook over 1 year ago
A real goodun Lisa!
Frenchie over 1 year ago
There will be a feast in the forest today, methinks. Good one. :-)
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
A wolf in red clothing no less. Go girl!
Lisa Williams over 1 year ago
Thanks all! I do like Little Red Riding Hood xx