To hear our cry in the night was to know that danger lurked in these woods. Ow-owwwwwwww!
|Little Dread Riding Hood|
"That cape is divine. Simply divine. You must tell me where you got it."
"My mommy gave it to me."
|Noble Fenwick visits the sick.|
So Fenwick, after two detours and getting stuck in rush-hour traffic on the woodland path, climbed up onto the roof and went down the chimney. But meanwhile, the enchantress and her “sick granny” put a kettle on the hearth and lit the fire.
Poor Fenwick! He shot back up the chimney like a rocket and went howling into the night. He has never been heard from since.
Later, in the court trial, Grandma convinced the jury that she was just making a pot of herbal tea. Tea! Can you believe it? But we know what she was trying to make, don't we? Wolf-butt flambe!
|Hapless wolf with vicious predator|
If you'd like to read a more traditional version of this story, you can find it in Grimm's Fairy Tales under a slightly different name.
But if you prefer your fairy tales fractured, you might also like to read "Confessions of an Ugly Wicked Step-Sister": Click here.