Took a walk into the woods. And she followed the Big Bad Wolf. And they walked and talked. On a path worthy of Robert Frost. And Little Red Riding Hood forgot the crap And was perfectly pleased in this fairy-tale place. With the Big Bad Wolf breathing down her neck. Over rickety bridges with trolls underneath, And trodding over yellowed leaves from the balding spidery trees. And at the point the Big Bad Wolf breathed “‘tis time to part” She allowed herself to be swept into his crushing grip, And forgot about the vicious Mrs. Big Bad Wolf waiting for The Wolf at home, And felt him exhale on the nape of her neck, drinking in the embrace with his very soul. And she pulled away slowly, looking into the Big Bad Wolf’s eyes, Thinking surely he was about to kill her. As he leaned in closer, with his burning, vicious yellow eyes burning into her determination, Little Red Riding Hood felt herself melt into a little silly puddle on top of the golden leaves. But she remembered herself, and her Grandma who loved her, waiting patiently right by her side. And she whispered into the Wolf’s neck “I must go”. He stood and picked her up, embracing her once more. He pulled away, gripping her hands, and she felt veiled and standing at the alter. The feeling haunted her to her bones, shaking her foundation. She turned and walked down the Frost-style path, feeling stripped and naked, trying to remember the things she had changed, how much better she had come. Little Red Riding Hood stopped and turned to look back, and saw the Big Bad Wolf looking back at her. She threw down the basket of goodies for grandma and ran to the Wolf, Jumping and Wrapping herself around him, pulling him tight. She could not deny how much she had missed him, he had been so caught up with the Mrs, she hadn’t seen him in so long. He held her tight, molding his body to hers, and Little Red Riding Hood imagined he had actually missed her, too..After all, he begged her to follow him, and he had it in the way he wouldn’t let her go. He just stood there, holding her close, relishing the moment. And she wriggled down from him, remembering what he had done. And reveled in the fact that He didn’t kill her…again.