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Red Riding Hood by Lydia L. Very
knows the tale of Red Riding Hood. It is a story my mom used to read
before bed and it was one of my favorites. There are many different
variations and retellings of this famous fairy tale. I have read many
and seen many films based on it. Red Riding Hood is a childhood favorite
and I like retellings. This is a really short story and it took me
under twenty minutes to read. I wouldn’t call this retelling a story;
it’s more of a poem. Well, actually it is a poem. I quite like it. The
writing flows nicely and it doesn’t feel choppy like some poems do.
“The tall old trees above them
Their winter fire supplied
When Autumn’s flaming sunsets
From their red leaves had died.”
particularly like this quote. It’s all very well written. There are a
few grammatical errors that wouldn’t have bothered me if they weren’t
such elementary mistakes. I stress that writers and editors should know
the difference between bye and by and faggot and fagot.
Riding Hood is quite naïve. She is the representation of every child.
One who listens to their mother, does good deeds, and doesn’t question
“And beautiful as good,
With daily acts of kindness,
Little Red Riding Hood.”
Riding isn’t the smartest child in the world and she is all too
trusting of people, but I like the simplicity of her character and her
representation of all children.
The wolf is quite creepy.
He probably wouldn’t have bothered me if he hadn’t said, “Take off your
clothes my darling.” (Of course, Red Riding Hood does.) I don’t really
care what he represents other than the fact that he creeped me out and I
wouldn’t have stuck around long enough to take off my clothes.
“And she said the fright had taught her
To mind her mother dear.
Then listen, all ye children,
And mind you mother’s word!
For the great WOLF, men call EVIL
Is prowling round unheard!”
I think I’ll listen to my mother more often.