Adapted fairy tale

This is my adapted fairy tale script.

Adapted fairy tale – Little red riding hood

Once upon a time there lived a young girl who lived in an estate on the edge of the city’s biggest park. She could always be seen around in her favourite red hoodie, she hardly wore anything else. Because of this everyone knew her as Red Riding Hood. Red’s grandmother had been ill for a long time and needed help with day to day things, so Red’s mother would send her over to make sure she was okay. Being a kind granddaughter, Red decided to take her some cake in a basket she had made that morning. “Be careful” Red’s mother said to her before she left, ’’Don’t go through the park, stay on the street. ‘’Don’t worry, I will’’ replied Red.

Her Grandmother lived about half an hours walk from Red, but if she took the shortcut through the park then she would be there in fifteen minutes. She decided to take the shortcut to save time. As she was walking through the wooded park, a strange man came up to her. ‘’Hello Red Riding Hood, why are you out so early’’ he said. ‘’Hello’’ replied Red cautiously, ‘’I’m off to see my Grandmother, she’s unwell’’.  The man eyed her basket, ‘’what’s in there? Something for your Grandmother?’’. ‘’Cake which I made myself’’ replied Red proudly. The strange man smiled and said ‘’I’m sure it’s tasty’’ then as an afterthought ‘’where does your Grandmother live?’’. Red pointed as she told him ‘’Just at the end of this path, the smallest cottage’’.  As Red walked off the strange man thought to himself ‘’what a tender young girl, she will be better to eat than the old lady. I must catch them both’’. ‘’Wait Red, would you not like to pick her some flowers, I’m sure she’d love that’’. Red thought that was a great idea so went off of the path to pick the prettiest bunch she could find.

Meanwhile the strange man ran straight to Grandmothers house and knocked on the door. ‘’Who’s there’’ came Gran’s voice from inside. ‘’It’s Red, I have some cake for you’’ the man said in a high pitched voice. As soon as the old lady had opened the door the man ran in and leapt on her. Within minutes she had been tied up in the cupboard and the man was in bed in her pyjamas and glasses. A few seconds later there came a knock on the door ‘’Grandmother I’m here’’ called Red. ‘’Come in, come in’’ replied the man. Red entered the room slowly, ‘’Oh Grandmother your voice sounds so croaky you must be really ill’’. ‘’Oh Grandmother,’’ she said while getting closer to the bed, ’’what big ears you have’’. ‘’All the better to hear you with, my child,’' was the reply. '’But, grandmother, what big eyes you have’' she exclaimed. ‘’All the better to see you with, my dear’'. ‘'But, grandmother, what large hands you have’’. ‘’All the better to hug you with’’. It was at that point the man leapt out of bed and grabbed Red. She cried out in fear as the man tied her up, ‘’help help!’’.

Luckily for Red her shouts and cries were heard by a passing policeman who burst into the cottage with his gun drawn. Caught off guard the man jumped and fell on the floor, hitting his head. The police officer cuffs the strange man and unties Red. ‘’What has he done to my grandmother?!’’ exclaimed Red. It was at that point they heard a muffled call from the cupboard which Red went over to open. ‘’I’m so glad you’re safe’’ She said while Red hugged her. They untied her and the police officer took the man to his car to send him off to jail. Red and her Grandmother at a slice of cake each and had a cup of tea. Red had learnt her lesson about talking to strangers.

David Burd