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I used to be Red Riding Hood. Complete with long red hair and was attached at the hip with a wolf in sheep’s skin.
And my, this sheep had awfully sharp claws. And what terribly long fangs he had. But he told Little Red she couldn’t abandon him, or else he’d get eaten. But every time this sheep told her to come closer, she would because Little Red didn’t know any better. And every day she cried.
One day, some huntsmen in the woods came across Little Red when she was all alone, and told her to be on the lookout for a very sinister sheep because it was really a wolf. Walking back to the sheep’s hut, Little Red started thinking and thinking until her heart was in her throat and her stomach was on the floor.
So she slit that motherfucker’s throat.
Now who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
