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Danger in the Deep Woods
Not the Little Red Riding Hood you think you know
The wolves in this part of the forest knew better than to cross her.
But, Red wasn’t foolish enough to believe that wolves were the only danger in the deep woods, especially at night. She had been careful, but something wasn’t right. She scanned the trees on either side of the trail, but they were impenetrable.
Autumn was only a week old, yet there was already a dusting of snow on the ground. In the few places where the canopy thinned, the fresh snow glittered like the night sky’s constellations had been spilled onto the forest floor.
Red continued to sweep the woods on both sides of the trail as she walked. The dark red cloak her grandmother had given her kept her warm, even as the temperature in the woods continued to plummet, but she had felt a shiver run down her spine every time her pace slackened.
A midnight breeze pushed a cloud over the moon, and the darkness enveloped the forest — like the last lamp in the house had been snuffed out for the night. Red’s heart started to race. The labored sounds of her…
