Once upon a time there was a bad little
girl called Little Bad Riding Hood.
One day
her mother said to her,
‘Little Bad Riding Hood,
your grandmother is
very sick.
Would you
do me a favour
and take her
this basket of food,
drink
and vital medicine
without which
she will surely die?’
And Little Bad Riding Hood said,
‘No.
Do it yourself,
you old bag.’
THE END
