TheBanyanTree: Little Red Ridinghood and the Wolf

[Cecil]

		Little Red Ridinghood and the Wolf

	"Hello, little girl," said the handsome young man with an engaging smile.
	"I'm not a little girl," she replied. "I'm a little woman."
	"Oh? You still have that schoolgirl look."
	"So I've been told."
	"Where are you going with the basket, if I may ask?"
	"Over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house I go."
	The man's face reflected concern. "All alone? Don't you realize how
dangerous that is? No telling what's lurking out there. You cculd be meet a
wolf."
	"Not likely. The last wolf within a thousand miles of here was shot
and killed by Jack Kingsly in 1932."
	"I'm talking about the two-legged kind. I think I should go along
to protect you."
	"I'm well able to take care of myself."
	"I wouldn't be so sure about that. The woods are full of wolves in
sheep's clothing, so to speak. You wouldn't stand a chance. Yes, definitely
you need me for protection."
	"Suit yourself."
	The guy had an easy way about him, and his concern seemed genuine
enough, yet there was this undefinable something that made her
uncomfortable. She had long ago learned to heed her intuition. The signals
became stronger as they progressed along the path. Every now and then he
would throw out a suggestive remark.
	Deeper and deeper into the woods they walked, and soon the bridge
appeared ahead. The man attempted to link his arm in hers, but she
withdrew. "Look, sweetie," he said, "there is a nice, flat shady area under
the bridge. Why don't we sit and talk down there? Okay?"
	"Not okay. I have to take this lunch to Grandma. She is sick in bed
and expecting me."
	"All right, doll, I'm not playing games. You are going with me down
there under that bridge. You can go willingly, or you can kick and scream.
No woodsmen are anywhere around to hear and help you. The choice is yours."
The man's tone of voice had undergone a complete. metamorphosis. He made
his move.
	On the ground at her feet the would-be rapist looked up in
disbelief, clutching his right arm.
	"I didn't earn that black belt for nothing, Buster," she said. "Now
I suggest you get your sorry butt up and have that arm seen to. The cast
should be ready to come off in about six weeks."

Cecil


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