Little Red Riding Hood From The Wolf's Perspective
or The Demise of The Wolf
or A Fate Worse Than Hunger

Hunger.
Never failing hunger.
This hunger controls me
Consumes me.
I need to eat.
But what?
The food of this forest is gone.
Should I move on?
I can barely walk.
Alas! a young girl comes
strolling through the wild flowers.
She will help me.
She is so beautiful.
And look at the meat on those bones.
She could banish the hunger.
What's this?
She has a Grandmother too?
Well, I must make a visit
"Yonder
Is my grandmother's house,
Mr. Wolf."
Ah, yes, save the girl for later.
A savory,
Pudgy old grandma will do the trick.
Just pull yourself up this path, old chap.
You can do it.
"Hello?
who's there?
My beautiful Red Riding Hood?"
Now I've got her.
In one foul swoop
The grandma is missing
and I'm full.
But not for long.
A knock on the door and a little voice:
" Grandmother, I'm here!
I made you some soup and bread
And I got a surprize for you."
oh no, quick, think of something.
"um, just a moment dearie."
Where is that cap oh and that night gown.
Ok, get dressed.
Jump into bed.
" Come in, sweetheart!"
"Oh,grandmother, you sound so sick.
Your eyes,
Your ears,
And Oh! Your mouth!"
She screams and I make quick work of her.
I've never eaten so well before.
I'm so full that I'm sick.
Oh no! The hunter.
Why did he come barging through the door?
Oh, the scream.
He rips me open and pulls the women out.
Searing pain rages through me.
I hurt
This is worse than hunger.
I thought there was nothing worse then hunger.
I was wrong.
I am dead.



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