Twisted Tale of Little Red Riding Hood

The twisted tale of Little Red Riding Hood


On a stormy winter night,
When the wind blows with its might,
She walks alone through the wood.
Her name’s Little Red Riding Hood.

The willow trees along the forest trail,
Sway their empty branches and wail.
And afar, the white whimsical moon,
Tries hard to shine like it were noon.

“I will eat you”, the whisper sounded near,
Sending Riding Hood into a state of fear.
Clutching her basket she spun around,
Only to meet darkness from sky to ground.

Awake and alert, she waited a moment,
Her thumping heart giving her a torment.
To go on or to go back, she couldn’t decide.
How she wished her mother by her side!

The wolf couldn’t wait to claim his food.
Instead he decided to plan how he could.
For he knew where she was heading to,
He’d seen her on this route earlier too.

An idea struck, a brilliant plan !
No need to share the kill with his clan.
And so he set off on a race,
To wait for her at her granny’s place.

But here comes the twist in this tale,
That’s sure to make the wolf’s plan fail.
For our Riding Hood is today’s digital child,
And our wolf is still woolly and wild.

Flicking on her cell phone, the child placed a call,
Speaking to her granny in no time at all.
“I’m scared. I’m going home”, she cried.
It was a failed effort, but she had tried.

A wise decision, granny couldn’t agree more.
Soon thereafter, there was a knock on granny’s door.
“Who’s that?”, granny asked.
“Red Riding Hood”, his voice was masked.

What an impudent imposter,
Passing off as granny’s grand daughter!
Picking up her whistle, granny blew it hard,
Down came running, the old village guard.

Before he knew it, the wolf was in a sack,
To be bundled off, away from his pack.
What a pity, the wolf became a catch
In a mobile phone, he'd finally met his match.