Little Red Riding Hood Finds an Ugly Wolf in Her Grandmother's Bed

 

Create an imaginary dialogue between Little Red Riding Hood when she finds a huge ugly wolf lying in her grandmother's bed with grandmother's sleeping gown on and her grandmother's bonnet around his head.

Little Red Riding Hood pushed open the creaky cottage door, a sweet smile on her face. "Hello, Granny? I brought you some goodies!"

Silence. A large lump lay under the patchwork quilt on the bed. Red skipped closer, a tiny frown creasing her brow. "Granny? Are you feeling alright?"

The lump stirred. A gruff voice, muffled by the bonnet, croaked, "Come closer, child. Let me see you."

Red approached cautiously. Her smile faltered completely when she saw a monstrous grey snout peeking out from the bonnet's frills. Beady yellow eyes blinked at her. The figure under the quilt was definitely not her frail grandmother.

Red's voice squeaked, "Granny? What... what happened to your face?"

The wolf, for it was undeniably a wolf, coughed, sending the bonnet askew. "A touch of the sniffles, my dear. Just a touch."

Red's eyes darted to the enormous paws sticking out from under the quilt. They weren't dainty like her grandmother's, but looked capable of crushing twigs with ease.

Taking a deep breath, Red crossed her arms. "Granny, with all due respect, your fur is awfully… wolfish."

The wolf winced. "Must be a side effect of the sniffles. Makes one feel a bit… coarse."

Red narrowed her eyes. "And those teeth? Perfect for gnawing on… bones perhaps?"

The wolf gulped, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Well, some medicines require… special tools for consumption, wouldn't you say?"

Red tapped her foot. "Granny, I think you might have caught the wrong kind of… sniffles."

The wolf sighed, throwing off the quilt and bonnet in defeat. "Alright, alright, you caught me! It's me, the wolf." He held his paws up placatingly. "But I wasn't going to hurt your granny, honestly! Just borrowed her cozy bed for a bit."

Red's frown slowly melted into a smirk. "Borrowed? And that nightgown? Also borrowed?"

The wolf chuckled nervously. "Well, maybe… borrowed with a bit… of persuasion."

Shaking her head, Red couldn't help but laugh. "You're a terrible wolf, you know that? Stealing grandmothers' nightgowns?"

The wolf shuffled his paws. "Sorry, little one. Just a bit peckish on my travels. Maybe you could share some of those goodies?"

Red pondered for a moment, then a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "Alright, Mr. Wolf," she said, pulling out the basket. "But in exchange, you'll help me gather some wildflowers for Granny when she wakes up. A proper apology gift, wouldn't you say?"

The wolf's eyes widened. "Wildflowers? Uh, sure! Sounds lovely!"

Little Red winked. "Perfect. Now let's get you out of that nightgown before Granny has a heart attack."