red through brown under green, and under red, red. red with basket with cakes with beer has riding hood, but doesn't ride; red skips. little red under tall trees skips to grandmother's house. grandmother is old, has bad teeth, smells funny. grandmother lives far away from the village.
wolf smells red, smells cakes, smells beer. silver wolf is lonely stretched and empty. cunning and lazy wolf doesn't search for red, beats her to grandmother's instead. grandmother left door open for red, wolf bites grandmother until she's dead. no meal for wolf here, grandmother is bones and blood that tastes like broth. wolf pushes bones under bed, and decides to wait in drag.
enter red through open door. grandmother's looking worse, she thinks. hair on her chin, hair on her cheeks, swollen nose, eyes beady and week. but those teeth. those perfect teeth. red's transfixed by those perfect teeth, doesn't move doesn't cry as the wolf makes his leap. wolf's so hungry, swallows little red whole. no matter, in time stomach acids will take their toll.
along comes woodsman in boots and flannel plaid. kind woodsman caries cut wood to grandmother's shed. through open door woodsman sees wolf with its head in a basket; woodsman throws his axe and crushes wolf's skull. wolf is dead, but its stomach keeps on thrashing (according to rigor mortis this shouldn't be happening). woodsman opens up stomach to see what's inside; it's little red riding hood, barely alive.
it's two months before red is able to speak. eventually she grows up and marries a nice jewish boy named jonah. all her life she has dreams of perfect teeth.
-tho masc @ athena