Little Red Riding Hood Revisited
Writing Assignment #2
Topic #11
People often ask me about the large grey wolf hide I keep hanging above the fireplace. I will admit it does seem rather odd for a young girl to have such a thing, and I assure you that the story behind it is even stranger. A story I have told many times to guests and passers by, and I always get the same look of disbelief, but I assure that this story is as true as they come. Walking to my Grandmother’s house was not a strange occurrence for me I had done many times, only this time would be far different. I had no idea of the events that were to unfold as I opened the door and entered Grandmother’s cabin. “Grandma, are you there?” I called out as I entered the cabin. I made sure to move cautiously so that I did not hit my knees on anything in the dark. “I am in here darling.” I heard my Grandmother respond from the bedroom. I lit a lantern, and moved into the room where I found my grandmother lying peacefully in her bed. “Grandmother, I brought you fresh bread and vegetables from the market,” I exclaimed proudly as I removed my red overcoat and tossed it onto the rocking chair in the corner. “I will be back in a few minutes Grandmother. I am going to put on some stew, I hope you are hungry.” “Oh, you have no idea, my dear.” My Grandmother said in somewhat of raspy whisper. “Grandmother, what is wrong with your voice?” “Oh nothing my dear, I think I am coming down with a bit of a cold.” Her voice, although sweeter than I remembered it, sounded forced and uncomfortable. Thinking nothing of it, I resumed my post, slicing vegetables and warming the broth over the fire. One by one as I finished making my cuts, I slid the slices into the broth, first the carrots, followed by onions and celery, and finally finishing with the tomatoes and potatoes. My stew was coming along nicely so I heated up some water on the side and began to boil tea leaves in a kettle to try and ease my grandmother’s sore
Topic #11
People often ask me about the large grey wolf hide I keep hanging above the fireplace. I will admit it does seem rather odd for a young girl to have such a thing, and I assure you that the story behind it is even stranger. A story I have told many times to guests and passers by, and I always get the same look of disbelief, but I assure that this story is as true as they come. Walking to my Grandmother’s house was not a strange occurrence for me I had done many times, only this time would be far different. I had no idea of the events that were to unfold as I opened the door and entered Grandmother’s cabin. “Grandma, are you there?” I called out as I entered the cabin. I made sure to move cautiously so that I did not hit my knees on anything in the dark. “I am in here darling.” I heard my Grandmother respond from the bedroom. I lit a lantern, and moved into the room where I found my grandmother lying peacefully in her bed. “Grandmother, I brought you fresh bread and vegetables from the market,” I exclaimed proudly as I removed my red overcoat and tossed it onto the rocking chair in the corner. “I will be back in a few minutes Grandmother. I am going to put on some stew, I hope you are hungry.” “Oh, you have no idea, my dear.” My Grandmother said in somewhat of raspy whisper. “Grandmother, what is wrong with your voice?” “Oh nothing my dear, I think I am coming down with a bit of a cold.” Her voice, although sweeter than I remembered it, sounded forced and uncomfortable. Thinking nothing of it, I resumed my post, slicing vegetables and warming the broth over the fire. One by one as I finished making my cuts, I slid the slices into the broth, first the carrots, followed by onions and celery, and finally finishing with the tomatoes and potatoes. My stew was coming along nicely so I heated up some water on the side and began to boil tea leaves in a kettle to try and ease my grandmother’s sore