Tales Retold ♥ Red Riding Hood
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annsepino fantasy romance, fairy tales, folklore
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Red Riding Hood and the young woodcutter meet again, fifteen years after he saves her from the big, bad wolf.

Tales Retold ♥ Red Riding Hood

Tales Retold ♥ Red Riding Hood Author's note: No wolves were harmed in the writing of this story. Wolves are adorable, and I love them.

It started after he rescued her from the wolf.

It started after he rescued her from the wolf. She was seven at the time, and he fourteen.

It started after he rescued her from the wolf. She was seven at the time, and he fourteen. He had been cutting firewood with his father.

He was the only one who heard her screams.

He was the only one who heard her screams. He came rushing through her granny's door.

He was the only one who heard her screams. He came rushing through her granny's door. He saw the wolf and bravely drove it away.

From that day on, she followed him everywhere.

From that day on, she followed him everywhere. Like a little shadow, infatuated and naïve.

From that day on, she followed him everywhere. Like a little shadow, infatuated and naïve. You can say that he became her first love.

She told him that she would marry him someday.

She told him that she would marry him someday. He told her that she should first study well.

She told him that she would marry him someday. He told her that she should first study well. And eat her vegetables. And not wander off.

She didn't think he ever took her seriously.

She didn't think he ever took her seriously. She was but a little girl then, a mere child.

She didn't think he ever took her seriously. She was but a little girl then, a mere child. He was too kind to crush her hopes and dreams.

But she kept hoping and dreaming. And growing.

But she kept hoping and dreaming. And growing. When he had to go away and work for his uncle,

But she kept hoping and dreaming. And growing. When he had to go away and work for his uncle, she continued to hope and dream and grow.

Many tried to woo her in those fifteen years.

Many tried to woo her in those fifteen years. But she could not forget her childhood crush.

Many tried to woo her in those fifteen years. But she could not forget her childhood crush. The boy who'd risked his life for hers.

And when he returned, she was waiting for him.

And when he returned, she was waiting for him. They had both grown older and wiser with time.

And when he returned, she was waiting for him. They had both grown older and wiser with time. You can say that she became his last love.

At their wedding, everyone had wine and cake.

At their wedding, everyone had wine and cake. The woodcutter built them a cozy cottage.

At their wedding, everyone had wine and cake. The woodcutter built them a cozy cottage. It stood well away from the dangerous forest.

And in that cottage,

And in that cottage, on a hook in the closet by the bed,

And in that cottage, on a hook in the closet by the bed, hung the red riding hood that started their tale.

END Thank you for reading! I had some time on my hands, so I made the format for this story a little fancier. Hopefully you liked it. Have a lovely rest of the day! ♥ Ann Sepino (annsepino.mystrikingly.com)

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