Where Was The Woodsman? by Bill Storie

Where Was the Woodsman? by Bill Storie
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a village near the forest.  Whenever she went out, the little girl wore a red riding cloak, so everyone in the village called her Little Red Riding Hood.
 
One morning, Little Red Riding Hood asked her mother if she could go to visit her grandmother as it had been awhile since they’d seen each other.
 
“That’s a good idea,” her mother said.  So, they packed a nice basket for Little Red Riding Hood to take to her grandmother.
 
When the basket was ready, the little girl put on her red cloak and kissed her mother goodbye.
 
“Remember, go straight to Grandma’s house,” her mother cautioned.  “Don’t dawdle along the way and please don’t talk to strangers!  The woods are dangerous.”
 
“Don’t worry, mommy,” said Little Red Riding Hood, “I’ll be careful.”
 
But when Little Red Riding Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, she forgot her promise to her mother.  She picked a few, watched the butterflies flit about for a while, listened to the frogs croaking and then picked a few more.
Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that she didn’t notice a dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind her…
 
Suddenly, the wolf appeared beside her.
 
“What are you doing out here, little girl?” the wolf asked in a voice as friendly as he could muster.
 
“I’m on my way to see my Grandma who lives through the forest, near the brook,” Little Red Riding Hood replied.
Then she realized how late she was and quickly excused herself, rushing down the path to her Grandma’s house.
The wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut…
 
….and later ………………….
 
“There, there, child.  You’ve learned an important lesson.  Thank goodness you shouted loud enough for this kind woodsman to hear you!”
 
The woodsman knocked out the wolf and carried him deep into the forest where he wouldn’t bother people any longer.
 
Little Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother had a nice lunch and a long chat.
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Years later, when Little Red Riding Hood was fifteen, she went to a concert.
Her grandmother lovingly drove her granddaughter to the concert arena.
She loved music, and was so excited to hear her favorite artist.
Thousands of kids were there.
“Have a wonderful time,” she said to her granddaughter. “Enjoy your evening. You’ll remember this for the rest of your life. When you’re young you must be free to be yourself and be happy.”
She dropped her granddaughter off at the front lobby area of this massive concert arena.
“I love you Grandma,” she said.
“I love you too sweets. I’ll pick you up after the concert.”
“Thanks Granny.”
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It was a long night for Granny.
A night that was to never end.
By Bill Storie

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