This is a story I wrote in 5th grade and forgot to post.. So here..
Once upon a time, there was a small boy named Little Red Riley Hood. He was on his way to his Grandpa’s house in the middle of the big, dark, wolf-infested woods. As he trotted down the path, he came across a young, hungry-looking, wolf.
“Why hello there Riley, how are you today?”
“Why are you scared my friend? I am as nice as any human.”
“Oh, i’m sorry. I was scared because my neighbor’s house got blown down from a wolf…”
“Well, I can assure you that not all wolves are evil.”
“Ok! Lets keep going on our way then!”
So they both skipped all the way to Grandpa’s House. Once they got in, the Grandpa called them over.
Grandpa: Why hello!
Riley: Hi Grandpa!
Grandpa: Come a little closer my dears.
Wolf and Riley: [Screams and Blood Splat]
Grandpa: Mmm, that was some good eating! Maybe I should invite Little Red Riding Hood over…
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover
The Wolf was nice and The Grandpa was evil.