Modern Little Red Riding Hood

We all know the story of Little Red Riding Hood, but what about if it happened in our time? I guess we shall find out soon enough.

Once upon a time a little girl lived in New York City. The little girl's name was Little Red Riding Hood or Red for short. She lived in an apartment in the upper part of town.

One day her mother walked into the kitchen and said to Red, "I'm going out for awhile, take some jars of honey to your sweet grandmother. Also, stay there until I come get you, I don't want you here alone." And with that, Red's mother stepped out the door and whisked off to meet her friends for a shopping spree.

Red packed some of their leftover plastic honey containers into a small bag and went out herself. She remembered to lock the door behind her so no crooks could get in. She then climbed down the stair of the apartment building and set off to her grandmother's house, which was only a few blocks away. But she didn't know a biker wolf was watching her.

"Good, she has left the house." Said the biker wolf as he jumped on his bike. "I really want that honey, and know little girl or old woman will stand in the way. I need the honey for my own sweet mother who is deathly ill." He started to follow Red on his bike.

"To Grandma's house we go." Red sang as she skipped along the sidewalk to Grandma's house. The containers stayed neatly in their bag, not trying to escape like some bad honey containers might do.

"Yes to Grandma's house we do go." The wolf said, an evil grin spreading across his already wicked face. He was going to get that honey, one way or the other.

After awhile the wolf figured out where Red was heading, and went there to greet her. Sure enough Red was on schedule, skipping along and still singing her song when the wolf jumped out in front of her.

"Where do you think you're going with that delicious honey?" He sneered.

"To my sweet, dear old Grandmother of course." Red replied, smiling at the wolf.

"But I need it for my ill mother, so hand it over." The wolf made a grab for the honey.

"Then why didn't you say so?" Red asked and handed him more than half of the honey containers.

"Thanks..." He mumbled at this unexpected act of kindness.

"No problem. You're a nice wolf, helping out your sickly mother." Red said, then passed him and entered her Grandmother's house.

And that was the last that the wolf and Red had ever saw of one another, never to cross paths again. They never forgot the other, because there was always that memory that they had of each other that they never forgot. Red was on her way to Grandma's house when the wolf stopped her and she gave him honey. The wolf was trying to steal the honey from Red, but she gave it to him instead. And that is how our story ends.