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Little Red Riding Hood is a story of a little girl who wen to visit her grandmother because she was sick. The little girl wanted to give her grandmother some cupcakes and a soup. In her way to her grandmother she meet a wolf, the wolf told the little girl he wanted to go visit her grandmother too. The wolf took a short cut to get to the grandmother house, while the girl took the longer. There is a lot different version of the story in which the wolf eats the grandmother and the little girl. There is another version in which the wolf gets killed. In my opinion all this version of the story were created with the purpose of preventing children, in this case mostly prevent young girls to talk to strangers. Showing that they should not trust strangers

The wolf stopped just inches away from Todrick. Suddenly sirens erupted around the corner and swarmed around Todrick and the wolf. The wolf quickly turned his attention to the cars that screeched to a stop. Men in padded uniforms stepped out with weapons that ordinary police officers didn’t carry around. Todrick got up quickly, “Sir step away we have animal control here ready to put this beast down.” Todrick quickly stepped in front of the wolf, unaware of how close he was until he felt the hot breath down his back. “Wait, don’t shoot!” Todrick called out holding up both of his hands. “I know this is all out of the ordinary

“ Yes, I want her in my office in 30 minutes.” I told him as I walked past him. I went to the top floor of the house where my room was and cleaned myself up. The closer I got to meeting the girl the more restless my wolf got. As quickly as I could I got ready to meet the rouge that was brave enough to pass on to my

What is that ? A black wolf! What is he looking for ? Food? I don’t care anymore if he wants to eat me then so be it…….”daddy I will wait for you when you come back and we will play together right? (Flashback) “ no not yet I won’t lose hope yet I can’t let my child wait for me for too long neither my wife cuz if I do she will slap me even after I am dead ( smirked). I took my packback searching for a weapon but what I found were a few empty bottles of glass rope and also my id and my friends id. I broke the bottle smashing them on the ground, after that I took the tip of the bottles and tight them up between my fingers with the rope I had the wolf howl and after 20 seconds an entire crew came circling me slowly approaching me grrr me. For some reason I don’t feel fear it could be because my child is waiting for me or is just my will to live either way what is going to happen next is going to decide everything ( the

At first glance the characters Connie from “Where are you going? Where have you been?” and Little Red Riding Hood from the classic fairy tale “Little Red Riding Hood” may seem to have nothing in common. However, from the start one can compare how much they actually have in common. Though these two characters are very different they are the same in many ways. Their story, from beginning to end, is similar. It is easy to see how alike and different they are with the description of Connie and Little Red Riding Hood’s lives, the relationship with their wolves, and their tragic endings.

“Get out of the way!” I yelled, tugging at her sleeve. She shook me off and looked at me once again. I could feel her eyes burning on me, making me sit down. I sat criss-crossed, waiting for the wolves to come at me. I survived a bombing, and I will now die from a hungry pack of wolves. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for them to attack. I waited, and waited, and waited.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

Through audio codes, we follow as Little Red Riding Hood ventures into the woods to perform a small task, only to be faced with an even bigger one. A spontaneous encounter with the Wolf teachers her to "take extra care with strangers," as she discovers that "even flowers have their dangers,". Making reference to the small flower she accepts from him, signifying his acceptance into her path and her journey off of the path. The Wolf, representing an 'old hairy man' figure craving young virginal women, presents Little Red Riding Hood, representing the innocent, clean and virginal woman, with a seductive and beguile approach and although keeping her mother words of 'stick to the path' in mind, she can't help but fall into the

He moved quickly and quietly as a fox over the fresh powder from the blizzard, dodging trees and fallen branches protruding from the ground. The air was crisp and the figure could see his breath as he ran through the shrouded forest. His heart was racing, for he feared for his own life as he pursued this large beast. As he ran, the man noticed something, it was an animal that had been slaughtered by the beast. He examined the corpse closely, the stench of decay was very prominent as he got closer. He determined that the monster was close by, so he continued to follow the tracks, this time even more cautiously and considerably slower than before. He came to a clearing where a river was surging forth. This river was very wide and the pace it

The Red Riding Hood tale was first published by Charles Perrault and had many adaptations since then. Red Riding Hood’s adaptations by Angela Carter and Lia Block as “The Company of the Wolves” and “Wolf” uses wolf to represent as a sexual predator and protagonists as a victim of their sexual desire. In both tales, Wolf is shown as physically powerful and yet vulnerable, but both wolves are distinctly vulnerable as Carter’s wolf becomes emotionally impotent when he meets red while Block’s wolf becomes culturally bound as he used to rape his step-daughter and in the end which becomes the reason of his death. Both wolves were violent and affect the life of protagonist in distinct manner as Carter’s wolf killed her grandmother, which left her

Her long brown hair tied back in tight bun and brown dirty dress and matching wool jumper that is two sizes too big. She heads down towards the running creek the bank starting to flatten. Dead trees creating hurdles and the thrones pricing her numb feet. The slug becomes deeper as she get closer to the water. Animals in the night scratching and yelling, light hitting her left shoulder… ‘RUN’. The only way out is the creek and he is getting closer the water reaching her lower back sending shivers up her spine. Wading through the water she sees it. The bag and the world has gone dark again silent and serine she scrambles up the other side of the bank pulling the bag with her. A big oak fallen about 15 Meters away she knows by the unsettling silence he’s not far away. Pulling the bag on her damp back she crawls to the hollow tree and lays down behind it. She holds her breath for what feels like fifteen minutes not moving a single tired muscle in her body. After about half an hour more of twilight and damp forest floor she realises he’s given up. Not for good but defiantly for

Little Red Riding Hood is a fairytale known worldwide about an innocent little girl and a big bad wolf, or so it seems. Deeper investigation into the hidden meanings of this age-old ever changing fairy tale reveals many different tales all together; where the character’s true intentions and character traits might surprise you. Little Red Riding Hood can be traced back to the 10th century. One of the oldest documented versions originated from Italy by Italio Calvino, called The False Grandma.

While passing between trees, some movements were seen nearby; the land was in snow, so it was easy to notice. I froze and looked around for a moment. There was a possibility that it could just seem to me, yet later I noted a pair of vivid golden eyes staring straight at me from a distance. The creature stood in an assailant posture with smoky black fur and gleams of snow on it. I got scared when realized it was a wild wolf, what was not typical to see in a suburban forest. Going behind a tree trunk, I made an attempt to hide, but how could it help me if the wolf had already aimed at me… I stood moveless though the animal creeped towards me. Not waiting for long, it quickened and began to run; at one moment, feeling both defenseless and doomed got me. Seeing another wolf jumping on the first one and laying it low was shocking. I stayed speechless, as I misunderstood what was going on and watched the wolves’ fight, how one bit and pushed another. Any normal person would have run away already without looking back, but I stayed for no reason. They grinned at each other with evil intent, revealing all their sharp fangs, and snarled loudly, terrifying me. The wolf that defended me for a mysterious cause had dirty, dark-grey fur, yet all blood marks from the bites could be seen on it. All dripped-off blood from both of them got on snow underneath. The scent from it spread all over. It was an eerie sight, which was followed by a loud crack. The defending wolf gnawed through the attacking wolf’s neck killing it; the dead body laid on the ground in a red puddle. The dark gray wolf stood next to it, taking breath very fast. Blood continued to drip from its flesh, and, glancing in my eyes, it walked away. Staying shocked, I looked back at the body and, with no comments, turned in the direction of

Behind me, I could hear its claws scrapping against the cold hard concrete. The sound of claws on the sidewalk was like nails on a chalkboard. With one of his paws, that was the size of an adult male grizzly bear; he swiped it at me feet, like a cat playing with a mouse until the cat gives the tiny, innocent, field mouse a heart attack. I lost my balance and staggered a couple of feet, before I felt him place his paws on my back, forcing me to the ground. Now that I was kissing the ground, the wolf gave out a satisfying snort, and gingerly removed its paws from my back, but I could still feel his presences standing over

The same moment I decided to quicken my speed, a deer burst through the night. I screamed, stumbled and hit the ground with a loud thump. I sat on the moist ground for a moment to try to recover but my heart began to throb as if it was beating within my throat. It was just a deer I told myself, I had to be brave. Trying to get myself together I began to feel this hot puffs of air on the back of my neck. “It’s the goblin!” I screamed as I rapidly rose to my feet. My head spun like an owl as I went to look for what was behind me. I looked to the ground and discovered a little white dog. “You scared me to death little guy. What is a cute little puppy like you doing in a dense forest like this?” I said to him. I was relieved it was only a dog instead of the ghastly goblin, but I only made it half-way home by then. As I proceeded on the white little dog followed me. I felt more at ease now that I had him following me but he would not be considered much of a watch dog to most