So Little Red Riding Hood set off, and soon was deep into the forest, when she heard the sweet chirping of wild birds.
“Urgh!” she exclaimed in disgust. “Shut up, birds!”
But they didn’t, so she stormed away angrily, and continued on her way. Suddenly, a wolf’s head popped out from the thick berry bushes. He forced a smile.
“Hello! Where are you going, little girl?” Wolf asked.
“I’m sorry,” Little Red Riding Hood replied politely. “But my mum tells me not to trust any sus dudes.”
“But I’m not a sus dude!” exclaimed Wolf, looking deeply offended.
“Really? That changes everything! I’m going to give these pretty flowers to Granny. And the cookies—she loves them.”
Wolf stuck his head into the basket and quickly re‑emerged, coughing.
“Really?” he choked, his eyes watering. “She likes this? Well, I quite doubt that!”
Then he disappeared back into the bushes. Little Red Riding Hood skipped all the way to Granny’s house, singing horribly out of tune. The sound of her singing scared away all of the animals and birds in the area.
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