There once lived a Chihuahua whose name was Little Red Riding
Hood. She was called that because she always wore a red velvet cloak and hood
that her Grandmother had made for her.
Now her grandmother had been feeling ill, and one day Little
Red Riding Hood's Mommy Sylvia said to her, "I want you to take this basket of
doggie treats and rawhide bones to Granny."
"Now go straight to Granny's" her Mommy Sylvia told her, "and
be sure you don't speak to any strangers on the way, and whatever you do, don't
stray from the path!" Little Red Riding Hood promised to do as she was told.
Her grandmother lived on the other side of a great off-leash
park. So, Little Red Riding Hood went prancing quickly down the path with her
basket of doggie goodies under her paw.
She had not gone far when she met a big wolf. "Hey there,
Little Red Riding Hood," said the big wolf in a cheery voice. "You sure are
looking good! Where are you prancing off to in such a hurry?"
Little Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature
the big wolf was, so she replied politely, "I am going to see my Grandmother.
She has been ill, and I am bringing her this basket of doggie treats and rawhide
bones."
"How nice," said the wolf. But to himself he thought, "What
good fortune! If I am lucky I can have both this little red Chihuahua and her grandmother for supper!"
Then he smiled sweetly at Little Red Riding Hood and said,
"How lovely the woods look today! What a pity you have to rush through the
off-leash park on such a beautiful morning!"
Little Red Riding Hood looked around the lovely park. Sunbeams
were dancing on the trees, and bright flowers were waving their heads in the
breeze. "I'm sure Grandmother would love a bouquet of flowers," she thought.
"It's so early that surely I can stop for just a few minutes and pick some."
So Little Red Riding Hood left the path and skipped into the
woods to pick flowers. Meanwhile the big wolf ran as fast as he could to Grandmother's
house.
When the wolf reached Grandmother's house, he knocked on the
door.
"Who's there?" called Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother.
"It is I, Little Red Riding Hood!" said the wolf, disguising
his voice to sound like the tiny Chihuahua. "I've brought you a basket of doggie
treats and goodies."
"I am too sick to get out of my dog bed," grandmother
replied. " But the door is open, Little Red Riding Hood, just let yourself in
and come up to my bedroom."
So the wicked wolf pushed open the door, came inside and
climbed the stairs to Grandmother's bedroom. Then he went to Grandmother's dog
bed and gobbled up the poor, frail Chihuahua!
Then the wicked wolf pulled one of Grandmother's doggie
sweaters over his head, even though it was much too small for him. Next he
wrapped one of the old Chihuahua's favorite blankets around his shoulders. He
even took Grandmother's spectacles and stuck them on the end of his long nose!
Then the wolf looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't look
anything like the old Chihuahua. So, he put on one of Grandmother's little
Mexican Sombreros to disguise himself even more.
Then he climbed into Grandmother's pint-size doggie bed, drew
her warm fuzzy blankets over his big ugly nose, and settled back to wait for
Little Red Riding Hood.
Meanwhile Little Red Riding Hood was still in the off-leash
park picking
flowers. Every time she picked one, she seemed to see a prettier one just a
little ways off. And so she strayed farther and farther from the path.
When she had picked so many flowers that she could not hold
any more in her tiny paws, she returned to the path and headed again for
Grandmother's house.
When Little Red Riding Hood arrived, she was surprised to
find the door open.
"Hello," she called. "Grandmother, it's me."
"Just come in!" came Grandmother's voice. "I am too ill to get
out of my dog bed!"
How strange her grandmother's voice sounded. "She must be
very ill," thought Little Red Riding Hood. So the little Chihuahua ran up the
stairs to her grandmother's bedroom.
Little Red Riding Hood stood beside her grandmother's bed.
How strange her grandmother looked!
"Why, Grandmother," she said. "What a big snout you have!"
"All the better to sniff you with, my dear," said the wolf.
"But, Grandmother, what big gleaming eyes you have!" said
Little Red Riding Hood.
"All the better to see you with, my dear," said the wolf.
"But, Grandmother, what big paws you have!" said Little Red
Riding Hood.
"All the better to hug you with, my dear," said the wolf.
"But, Grandmother," said Little Red Riding Hood. "What big
TEETH you have!"
"All the better to eat you with, my dear," said the wolf.
And with that the wicked wolf jumped out of the dog bed and
opened his jaws wide.
"Why, you're not my Grandmother!" cried Little Red Riding
Hood.
"No, I'm not," said the wolf. "And I'm going to eat you up!"
Then the wolf snapped at Little Red Riding Hood and swallowed
the tiny Chihuahua in a single gulp!
After that, the wolf felt full. He rubbed his belly
contentedly. "That was a good Mexican feast," he said, and then he started to
yawn. "Now I could do with a siesta!"
So the wolf climbed back into Grandmother's dog bed, pulled
the blankets over his head and closed his eyes.
Soon the wolf was fast asleep and he began to snore very
loudly. He snored so loudly that all the windows in Grandmother's little dog house
rattled.
Toward evening, a great huntsman named Papa Bruce came
walking by Grandmother's dog house and heard the wolf snoring.
"That's strange," thought Papa Bruce to himself. "The old
Granny Chihuahua is snoring awfully loudly! I wonder if she is all right."
So the great hunter Papa Bruce walked up to Grandmother's dog
house. To his surprise the door was wide open. "Hello! Hello!" called Papa
Bruce. "Is anybody home?"
But there was no answer. The wicked wolf was sleeping too
loudly to hear Papa Bruce calling.
"I'll just go in and make sure everything is all right," Papa
Bruce thought. So he went inside and tiptoed up the stairs.
As he climbed the stairs, the snoring grew louder and louder.
Papa Bruce followed the snoring all the way to Grandmother's doggie bed.
Papa Bruce looked at Grandmother's dog bed and saw the wicked
wolf lying fast asleep.
"Ah-ha," said Papa Bruce. "So, it's you who is snoring so
loudly, you rascal! I've been hunting for you for a long time, and now it looks
as if I've got you!"
Papa Bruce raised his gun and was about to shoot the wolf
when it occurred to him that the wolf might have eaten the old, frail
grandmother Chihuahua.
So, the great hunter Papa Bruce took out his knife and cut
open the wolf. Out stepped Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother. They were
both happy to be saved.
Then Papa Bruce filled the wolf's stomach with heavy stones
and sewed it up. When the wolf awoke and saw Papa Bruce, he tried to run away.
But the stones were so heavy he fell down dead!
Then Papa Bruce sat down with Little Red Riding Hood and
Grandmother and watched happily as the two Chihuahuas ate all their delicious
doggie treats and rawhide bones that Little Red Riding Hood had brought.
Soon Grandmother was feeling well again, and Little Red
Riding Hood started home with brave Papa Bruce guarding her the whole way.
When she returned home, Little Red Riding Hood told her Mommy
Sylvia everything that had happened. "Never again will I speak to strangers or
stray from the path in the off-leash park when you have told me not to!" she
said.
Mommy Sylvia hugged her beautiful Little Red Riding Hood
tight. "I'm sure you won't," she said, and the little red Chihuahua never did!
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