Little Red Riding Hood (from Roald Dahl's Revolting Rhymes) - ...fairy tale?





For a friend's Roald Dahl-themed party |D

Not a lot of description is given for her physically in the poem. The only real difference between her in this incarnation and in all the other tellings of the story is here:

The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature's head
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.
A few weeks later, in the wood,
I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, "Hello, and do please note
My lovely furry wolfskin coat."


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