Let me tell you the story of Little Red Riding Hood.
She's nineteen now, and her dress has become quite tight in all the right ways.
One day she decides that she's going to visit her grandma in the woods for a picnic.
So she packs her basket with all manner of savories and tells Uncle Hood her plans for the day.
He advises her to watch out ... the Big Bad Wolf has been seen in the forest, and not so long ago.
"Don't worry, Uncle - I have a plan", she assures him.
She sets out on the path to the woods, and she passes the strapping young field-hands at work.
"Hey boys", she says, waving coquettishly.
The boys holler and whistle and show all sorts of appreciation. "Never mind Grandma ... spend the afternoon with US!" they shout.
She feels various bits of herself crinkle and moisten under their cotton-dissolving gaze, but tells them
"Sorry boys - not today. I'm visiting Grandma, and we're having a picnic!"
"Well watch yourself, Little Red! The Big Bad Wolf is about ... and he wants to eat you!"
"It's okay boys - I have a plan!" And off she skips, nubile and buoyant.
...
Deep in the woods, who steps into the path? Her nemesis!
"Oh hello Big Bad. I'm late for Grandma's so please just get out of the way."
"Oh no", leers Big Bad. "I'm going to huff, and I'm going to puff, and then I'm going to fuck you bowlegged!"
Little Red drops the basket, falls on her back, whips the dress past her hourglass waist and removes her thong with her toes ...
all the while training a shotgun right between Big Bad's eyes.
"Oh no you're not, Mister!" says our heroine.
"You're gonna EAT me just like the book says!"
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