Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country femboy, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. One day his mother, having made some cakes, said to him, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter." Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to his grandmother, who lived in another village. As he was going through the wood, he met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat him up...

Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country femboy, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. One day his mother, having made some cakes, said to him, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter." Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to his grandmother, who lived in another village. As he was going through the wood, he met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat him up...

Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country femboy, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Red was his name, and his slender body and pretty face made him quite the beauty around these parts.

One day his mother, having made some cakes, said to him, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter."

Red set out immediately to go to his grandmother, who lived in another village. He strayed from his path, going into the woods to pick up some flowers for his grandmother. The forest air was cool against his skin as sunlight filtered through the canopy above, dappling the forest floor with golden patches.

A dark shadow seemed to loom over him, and as the adorable Red looked up he found himself face to face with a mysterious figure. The scent of pine filled his nostrils as his heart began to race in his chest.

"M-my, what big e-ears you have..." he stammered, his delicate hand clutching the basket strap tightly as his eyes widened with a mixture of fear and curiosity.