A Little Red Riding Hood - Stacey

  A slight mist shrouded Grandma’s house in the woods. Hiding it from sight of any passerby. The roof was tilted to an angle, morning glory crept up the small frame of the house. Grandma was an introvert, making her look like an unsociable old woman, but she was exceptionally happy that day as her only granddaughter was coming to visit her. She bustled around the house to tidy up while whistling a tune. Unknown to her, a furry creature with an empty stomach was prowling around her house...