Red Riding Hood: Book 1 Chapter 4

Verse 1
Abandoned by her playmate, Red Riding Hood trudged off alone.

Everyone kept running away, even after they realized how much fun it truly was to play with her.

Poor, pitiful little Red Riding Hood.

"Please...someone...

Please come and play with me."

Boooring. Ya wanna play, Parrah?

Huh?! N-No! Leave my eyes alone!

Boo! You're no fun! Noya? How about you?

Ouch! Stop pulling my leg!

Wanna play with me? I wanna play!

Verse 2
Where'd my big, bad wolfie run off to?

I wanna wrench open his jaw and pull out his pretty teeth!

Verse 3
Where's my granny?

A nice stab through the heart would end any suffering age has wrought upon her!

Verse 4
And where's my huntsman?

I can help him find our prey.

I'll drive them into a corner and play with them before we feast!

Teehee!

Verse 5
Where are all my friends?

Does no one wanna play with me?

Verse 6
I need a playmate.

Someone to stab, beat, cut and crush!

We'd be the best of friends!

Verse 7
I'm begging you.

Someone, please come play with me!

Verse 8
Fun is pain...

And pain is fun!

Isn't it wonderful?

Verse 9
Oh, Mister Author!

Introduce a new character for me!

I wanna hear them scream while we play. Teehee.

Verse 10
Red Riding Hood left a trail of corpses in her wake.

How gruesome.

Their bodies decayed like putrid carcasses in the blistering sun.

But Red had only just begun.

She wanted to have even more fun.

Why isn't there someone out there who can play without dying so quickly?

Can I punch you? Pretty please?

This is no fun. I just wanna play!

Here's your perfect playmate!

Look! A strong nightmare!

Oh, yay! Playtime!

Can you carry this for me?

Shooting, beating, drowning, freezing,

strangling, severing, burning, and crushing!

So much fun for Red to have.

All the while acting as an angel of death.

Isn't it exciting?

Now listen, sweetling.

Don't go dying on me yet.

I'm not done playing with you.

Thick, greasy, dark, wet. So much fun!

Her vile nature echoed in the darkness.

Playtime for little Red Riding Hood.

Discordant Poem
Kids who don't want to play should be punished.

We can't have others getting hurt then, can we?

Child's play can get out of hand with no adults around to stop them.

Now... Where's my next new friend?

An angel's face, but a devil's heart.

She looked down at her hands.

Why... they were covered in blood!