Stop by the ABC display at A Walk in the Woods Breedable & Games Expo August 11-16th to find Mini Red Riding Hood!
Details:
~ Mini Red Riding Hood Starter Pony 800L$
~ Coat, Eye, Mane, Tail & Accessories on the Mini Red Riding Hood Starters DO NOT pass.
~ Mini Red Riding Hood Starters will Pet-Out at age 141
~ You cannot Insta-Pet this horse/pony.
Once upon a time in the middle of a thick forest stood a small cottage, the home of a pretty little pony known to everyone as Mini Red Riding Hood. One day, her Mum waved her goodbye at the garden gate, saying: “Grandma is ill. Take her this basket, but be very careful. Keep to the path through the wood and don’t ever stop. That way, you will come to no harm.”
Mini Red Riding Hood kissed her mother and ran off. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll run all the way to Grandma’s without stopping.”
Full of good intentions, the little filly made her way through the wood, but she was soon to forget her mother’s wise words. “What lovely apples! And so red.”
Laying her basket on the ground, Mini Red Riding Hood stretched to sniff the fruit. “They’re nice and ripe, and so big! Yummy! Delicious! Just another one. And one more. This is the last. Well, this one Mmmm.”
The red fruit peeped invitingly through the leaves of the trees, and Mini Red Riding Hood galloped back and forth popping apples into her mouth. Suddenly she remembered her mother, her promise, Grandma and the basket and hurried back towards the path. The basket was still in the grass and, humming to herself, Mini Red Riding Hood trotted on.
The wood became thicker and thicker. Suddenly a red cardinal fluttered down through the trees. Mini Red Riding Hood started to chase the bright red avian pegasus.
“I’ll catch you! I’ll catch you!” she called. Suddenly she saw some large daisies in the grass.
“Oh, how sweet!” she exclaimed and, thinking of Grandma, she picked a large bunch of flowers.
In the meantime, two wicked eyes were spying on her from behind a tree a strange rustling in the woods made Mini Red Riding Hood’s heart thump.
Now quite afraid she said to herself. “I must find the path and run away from here!”
At last she reached the path again but her heart leaped into her mouth at the sound of a gruff voice which said: “Where are you going, my pretty little filly, all alone in the woods?”
“I’m taking Grandma some food. She lives at the end of the path,” said Mini Riding Hood in a faint neigh.
When he heard this, the wolf (for it was the big bad wolf himself) politely asked: “Does Grandma live by herself?”
“Oh, yes,” replied Mini Red Riding Hood, “and she never opens the door to strangers!”
“Goodbye. Perhaps we’ll meet again,” replied the wolf. Then he ran away thinking to himself “I’ll gobble the grandmother first, then lie in wait for the grandchild!” At last, the cottage came in sight. Knock! Knock! The wolf rapped on the door.
“Who’s there?” cried Grandma from her bed.
“It’s me, Mini Red Riding Hood. I’ve brought you some food because you’re ill,” replied the wolf, trying hard to hide his gruff voice.
“Lift the latch and come in,” said Grandma, unaware of anything amiss, till a horrible shadow appeared on the wall. Poor Grandma! For in one bound, the wolf jumped across the room and, in a single mouthful, swallowed the old broodmare. Soon after, Mini Red Riding Hood tapped on the door.
“Grandma, can I come in?” she called.
Now, the wolf had put on the old broodmares shawl and cap and slipped into the bed. Trying to imitate Grandma’s quavering little voice, he replied: “Open the latch and come in!
“What a deep voice you have,” said the little filly in surprise.
“The better to greet you with,” said the wolf.
“Goodness, what big eyes you have.”
“The better to see you with.”
“And what big hooves you have!” exclaimed Mini Red Riding Hood, stepping over to the bed.
“The better to hug you with,” said the wolf.
“What a big mouth you have,” the little filly murmured.
“The better to eat you with!” growled the wolf, and jumping out of bed, he swallowed her up too. Then, with a fat full tummy, he fell fast asleep.
In the meantime, a hunter had emerged from the wood, and on noticing the cottage, he decided to stop and ask for a drink. He had spent a lot of time trying to catch a large wolf that had been terrorizing the neighborhood, but had lost its tracks. The hunter could hear a strange whistling sound; it seemed to be coming from inside the cottage. He peered through the window and saw the large wolf himself, with a fat full tummy, snoring away in Grandma’s bed.
“The wolf! He won’t get away this time!”
Without making a sound, the hunter carefully loaded his gun and gently opened the window. He pointed the barrel straight at the wolf’s head and BANG! The wolf was dead.
“Got you at last!” shouted the hunter in glee. “You’ll never frighten anyone again!
He cut open the wolf’s stomach and to his amazement, out popped Grandma and Mini Red Riding Hood, safe and unharmed.
“You arrived just in time,” murmured the old broodmare, quite overcome by all the excitement.
“It’s safe to go home now,” the hunter told Mini Red Riding Hood. “The big bad wolf is dead and gone, and there is no danger on the path.
Still scared, the little filly hugged her grandmother. Oh, what a dreadful fright!”
Much later, as dusk was falling, Mini Red Riding Hood’s mother arrived, all out of breath, worried because her little filly had not come home. And when she saw Mini Red Riding Hood, safe and sound, she burst into tears of joy.
After thanking the hunter again, Mini Red Riding Hood and her mother trotted off towards the wood. As they walked quickly through the trees, the little filly told her mother: “We must always keep to the path and never stop. That way, we come to no harm!”
