Little Red Riding Hood - Telling
Little Red Riding Hood walked along the long path that meandered through the woods. She spotted some flowers growing at the edge of the tree-line and paused, crouching down for a closer look.
Her mother had told her explicitly not to stop on her way to her Grandmother’s house, but her instructions were now forgotten as she placed the basket loaded with goodies on the ground. She proceeded to pluck some of the flowers from the grass and inspect them with an innocent happiness.
Suddenly, she jumped to her feet as she was surprised by a voice behind her.
‘What are you doing out here all alone, little girl?’
She picked up the basket on the ground and turned around. Her mother’s second piece of advice was now also forgotten – ‘don’t talk to strangers’.
‘I’m on my way to my Granny’s house,” she said cheerily.
(Word Count: 145)
Little Red Riding Hood - Showing
The woodsman craned his neck, his eyebrows furrowing together. His fingers held onto the warm wooden handle of his axe loosely as his eyes took in the sight before him. The flimsy looking door to the cottage stood partially open and he crept towards it, knees bent, weight on the balls of his feet.
His breath came more quickly and he could feel the prickle of sweat beading on his forehead. His head jerked to the side as his over-strained hearing picked up a low, rumbling creak in the inky darkness. The knot in his stomach tightened as he took another step forward, engulfed by the blackness that blanketed the interior of the cottage.
‘Help.’ The whimpering cry seemed to crawl up his spine before entering his ears, his heart skipping a beat.
The weapon in his hand felt heavier than before as he raised it before him, his muscles tensing.
(Word Count: 151)
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