Truth of Little Red and Mr Wolf by HeavensBlonde ()
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True story of Little Red and Mr wolf
This is a news bulletin
It was last reported that the big bad wolf terrorized Little Red and Grandma
This report was unsubstantiated and slanderous against Mr. B.B. Wolf
This was all an underhanded plot devised by the woodsman and Grandma.
Little Red had turned down the Woodsman’s offer of marriage
For she was in love with the Big Bad Wolf
This was against the wishes of Grandma
However unbeknownst to them Little Red and Mr. Wolf had already eloped .
Grandma invited Mr. Wolf over for tea and crumpets
There she started to scream out
Saying she was being attacked
The Woodsman was outside waiting in the snow for that signal
Rushing in, he used his axe to chop off Mr. Wolf’s head
Just as the head hit the floor, Little Red walked in.
They told her that Mr. Wolf attacked Grandma
It was all in self defense they claimed
Little Red was devastated
She knew the truth
They had murdered her true love.
Grandma and the Woodsman were in high standings in the Faerie Tale World
So the story that they told was believed
However thanks to the three blind mice
The truth is finally seen.
Grandma and the Woodsman have been arrested on murder charges
The jury of the seven dwarfs announced just a few minutes ago that they are guilty
The judge who was the gingerbreadman sentenced them to die at midnight in the witch’s oven. so the three little pigs and chesire cat carried them off.
Little Red has said “I am satisfied with the verdict. It doesn’t bring my Wolfie back, but at least he can be at rest.” Now I will follow my heart and the yellow brick road and stop and smell the poppies along the way, and I shall
visit the grave with tulips which were Mr. Wolf’s favorite,
End of bulletin .
( She often remembers that cold cold day Mr. wolfie died as the snow
fell and she laid there beside him )