The lady in red: A fairytale parody
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The lady in red, she looks familiar.
Wasn't she on the segment of "who wore it best"?
What is she doing at the mountains of Petra.
She saunters in to the wolves den, wearing a short red dress.
She drinks the Bedouins tea, without their permission.
Yet, the gracious hosts allow her in.

The lady in red: A fairytale parody

Once upon a-

Just kidding, this story is set in the present.

Today, to be precise.

The lady in red, she looks familiar.

Wasn't she on the segment of "who wore it best"?

What is she doing at the ruins of Petra?

She saunters in to the wolves den, wearing a short RED dress.

She drinks the Bedouins tea, without their permission.

Yet, the gracious hosts allow her in.

Passerbyers, warn her : do not stay in the tents.

But, She does not listen.

She climbs the ruins , where the sign concisely states, "Don't climb".

She shamelessly scribbles her name on a rock, where a sign warns, " Do NOT write".

Suddenly, a sea of brown-dust appears. Instinctively, the lady in red, tightens her grip on her red beanie, as dust passes.

In the midst of the sand, all she sees are sparkly eyes.

When, suddenly the poignant sounds of growling echo.

A man-beast, or is it a wolf? No, he cannot be a beast. He cannot be an animal, for he speaks.

Are you lost, little one? What are you doing in Petra?

Well, my GRANDFATHER, Anthony, is Jordanian, I am here to visit him.

"Anthony"- The wolf-man squeals. I have not seen him since, I graduated. Do tell me where his address is, I have so few friends at this age.

The lady in red continues on her path,

smirking at the wrinkly-beast, hastily trying to catch up with her.

The lady in red excuses herself, "Well, I'm off to see, grandpa!"

Finally, the lady in red arrives home. Exclaiming at the top of her lungs, Grandpa, Grandpa, I MISS YOU.

She instantly examines her Grandpa. She states out loud: You look younger.

Your eyes seem brighter. I had never quite noticed them before. What lovely eyes you have ... They sparkle

All the better to see you with, my grandchild. Sorry, my favorite grandchild.

Crunch. Crunch. MMM, just like: pizza.

Wolfyyyyyyy! Anthony, screams. What are you doing? I thought we were friends.

Your granddaughter, climbed our rocks, she scribbled on our homes.

Grandfather barks, "Doesn't she know she comes from the rocks, she disrespects"?

You may eat her. Our law is clear: RESPECT.

One week later, wolf is sitting in Anthony's house. While , sipping tea, he starts profusely coughing.

One blow. Two blows. Three blows. Out, goes the expired pizza, bathed in red sauce, yet scarcely cheesed. Nonetheless, she is a pizza. And he, her grandfather.

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