Little Red Riding Hood in Two Sentences

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Moments ago I was lying there in my big feather bed, nursing my enfeeblement, when a knock comes at the door. Next thing I know, I’m nothing but this here chunk of nibbled meat in a jar watching my granddaughter lying there in bed chatting it up with a werewolf like she’s hanging with her beau at her coming out party.

NOTE: this is based off the reconstructed oral version of the tale according to Jack Zipes in his book The Trials and Tribulations of Little Red Riding Hood

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