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Once upon a time, there was a sweet college student loved by everyone who met her—but most of all by her friend. The young woman adored her so much that she made her a small lion hood. It suited her perfectly, and from that day on, everyone called her Little Lion.
One morning, her roommate said, “Come, Little Lion, here’s a piece of bread and a bottle of seltzer. Take them to your friend—she’s sick and weak, and this will do her good. Go before it gets too hot, and remember to walk carefully. Don’t stray from the path, or you might fall and break the bottle. And when you arrive, don’t forget to say good morning before you peek around her room.”
“I’ll be careful, Sophie,” said Little Lion Hood, and she promised with a smile.
What should Little Lion Hood do next?
[[Walk To Her Friends House]]
The friend lived deep in the forest, about half a league from the apartment. Just as Little Lion Hood entered the woods, a woman appeared on the path. She didn’t know what a wicked woman she was and felt no fear at all.
“Good morning, Little Lion Hood,” said the woman.
“Good morning, Ms. Wolf,” she replied politely.
“Where are you going so early?” she asked.
“To my friend's house,” said the girl.
“And what’s that in your basket?”
“Bread and seltzer. My friends have been sick, so Sophie sent me to cheer her up.”
“And where does your friend live?” asked the woman.
“A little farther into the woods—under the three great oak trees, near the hazel bushes. You must know it,” she said.
The woman licked her lips and thought, What a tender young thing! She’ll taste even better than the old woman. I’ll break both of their hearts—but I’ll have to be clever about it.
She walked beside her for a bit, then said slyly, “Look how pretty the flowers are here, Little Lion Hood. Why not pick some for your friend? And listen—don’t you hear how sweetly the birds are singing? You walk along so seriously, as if you were going to school, when the forest is alive with joy!”
Little Lion Hood looked up and saw sunlight dancing through the trees, making the wildflowers sparkle.
What should Little Lion Hood do next?
[[Pick Some Flower's]] or [[Listen To The Birds]]My friend would love a bouquet, she thought. I still have plenty of time. So she stepped off the path to gather flowers. Each time she picked one, she saw another even prettier farther away, and she wandered deeper and deeper into the forest.
Now, lets discuss what [[Ms.Wolf]] is up to right now
Little Lion Hood finally arrived at her friend's apartment after making the perfect bouquet from the forest, and she [[Arrived at Her Friends Apartment]]
Ms. Wolf was correct, as it turned out, the birds were singing sweetly as Little Lion Hood walked deeper and deeper into the forest. The forest was buzzing with joy, and by the time she finished her walk, she realized she had gotten lost on the way to her friend's apartment
What should she do next?
[[Shout For Help]] Little Lion Hood shouted for help until she lost her voice. Suddenly, a rugby player found her lost in the forest, and she was able to finally [[Arrived at Her Friends Apartment]]Meanwhile, the woman ran straight to her friend's apartment and knocked on the door.
“Who’s there?” called the friend
“It’s me—Little Lion Hood,” said the woman sweetly. “I’ve brought you a piece of bread and seltzer.”
“Use the extra key,” said the friend. “I’m too weak to get up.”
The wolf grabbed the extra key, unlocked the apartment door, pushed open the door, and, without a word, leapt upon the woman and swallowed her whole. Then she put on her nightgown and cap, pulled the curtains, and lay down in her friend's bed.When Little Lion Hood finally reached the apartment, she was surprised to find the door standing open. The room felt strange and quiet. “Oh dear,” she whispered, “why do I feel so uneasy today?” She called out, “Good morning, my friend!” but there was no answer.
She went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay her friend, cap pulled low, face shadowed, looking quite odd.
“Oh, my friend, what big ears you have!”
“The better to hear you with, my child,” came the growling reply.
“But, my friend, what big eyes you have!”
“The better to see you with, my dear.”
“And what big hands you have!”
“The better to hug you with.”
“But, my friend—what a terrible big mouth you have!”
“The better to eat you with!” roared the woman, and before she could scream, he sprang from the bed and swallowed Little Lion Hood whole.
Full and satisfied, the woman climbed back into bed and soon began to snore loudly. Just then, a passing huntsman heard the noise and muttered, “That woman snores like a beast! I should check on her.”
What should the Huntsman do next?
[[Check On Woman]] or [[Ignore The Snoring]]The Huntsman stepped inside and saw the woman stretched out in the bed. “So it’s you, you wicked woman!” he said, raising his gun. But then he thought, *Maybe the wicked woman’s still inside.* So instead of shooting, he took a pair of scissors and carefully cut open the woman's belly.
After two careful snips, he saw a flash of someone inside. A few more cuts—and out sprang Little Lion Hood, trembling but unharmed. “Oh, how frightened I was! It was so dark inside!” she cried. Then the huntsman cut a little more, and out came the friend, sickly pale but alive.
To make sure the woman could never harm anyone again, they filled her belly with heavy stones. When she awoke and tried to flee, the weight pulled her down, and she fell dead on the spot.
[[Finale]]The huntsman decided to ignore the snoring and went on his merry way through the forest. Later, an investigation was created to find the missing Little Lion Hood and her Friend, but the huntsman was none the wiser. The investigation is still ongoing to this dayThe huntsman skinned the wolf and went on his way. The friend ate her piece of bread and drank her seltzer and soon felt much better. As for Little Lion Hood, she thought to herself, *From now on, I’ll never wander from the path again when Sophie tells me not to.*
Some say that later, when she was again walking to her friends with bread, another woman tried to tempt her off the path. But this time, Little Lion Hood was wiser. She walked straight ahead and told her friend about the wicked woman she’d met. They locked the door tight, and when the woman tried to sneak down the chimney, she fell into a great trough of boiling sausage water—and that was the end of her.
And from that day forward, Little Lion Hood never strayed from the path, and she lived happily ever after.
[[Credits]]Dear Proffesor Whalen,
I hope you and everyone reading this enjoyed this story. I really enjoyed your class this semester, and I have learned so much about working with digital media. On another note, I am very happy to no longer have to work with JavaScript after this. Also, this story was made by using Little Red Riding Hood for inspiration from here: https://americanliterature.com/childrens-stories/little-red-riding-hood