Little Red Riding Hood

One day, Little (color) Riding Hood was going through the forest carrying a basket of (plural noun) for her grandmother. Suddenly, she met a big (adjective) wolf. "(Exclamation)!" said the wolf. "Where are you going, little (silly word)?" "I'm going to my grandmother's house," she said. Then the wolf (verb, past tense) away. When Miss Riding Hood got to her grandmother's house, the wolf was in bed dressed like her grandmother. "My, Grandmother," she said, "What big (plural noun) you have." "The better to (verb) you with," said the wolf. "And Grandmother," she said, "what big (plural noun) you have." And then she said, "What big (plural noun) you have, Grandmother." But the wolf said nothing. He had just died of indigestion from eating Grandmother.

Millie said...
One day, Little Mustard Yellow Riding Hood was going through the forest carrying a basket of insubordinates for her grandmother. Suddenly, she met a big carmelized wolf. "Well slurp me sideways!" said the wolf. "Where are you going, little dropopple?" "I'm going to my grandmother's house," she said. Then the wolf ricocheted away. When Miss Riding Hood got to her grandmother's house, the wolf was in bed dressed like her grandmother. "My, Grandmother," she said, "What big flashdancers you have." "The better to delouse you with," said the wolf. "And Grandmother," she said, "what big man boobs you have." And then she said, "What big dog attack suits you have, Grandmother." But the wolf said nothing. He had just died of indigestion from eating Grandmother.

Heffalump said...
One day, Little Tangerine Riding Hood was going through the forest carrying a basket of pirated DVDs for her grandmother. Suddenly, she met a big perfunctory wolf. "Chicken Butt!" said the wolf. "Where are you going, little wigwam?" "I'm going to my grandmother's house," she said. Then the wolf tortured away. When Miss Riding Hood got to her grandmother's house, the wolf was in bed dressed like her grandmother. "My, Grandmother," she said, "What big varicose veins you have." "The better to shake you with," said the wolf. "And Grandmother," she said, "what big artificial sweeteners you have." And then she said, "What big flesh-eating zombies you have, Grandmother." But the wolf said nothing. He had just died of indigestion from eating Grandmother.