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The Tale of Little Yella Riding Hood
A joint project by the writer/illustrators of yellapalooza.com
As an experimental project, the members of Yellapalooza chose a familiar tale and each did an illustration based on it. Each author/artist then wrote the text for their illustration, in their own voice. The final text was edited for consistency. We hope you enjoyed our tale of Little Yella Riding Hood as much as we enjoyed putting it together!
Once, way up north, there was a cozy cabin where a little girl lived with her mother. The girl had a favorite yellow shawl that she wore, summer and winter, so the villagers called her Little Yella Riding Hood.
Little Yella’s mother called to her one morning. “Take this basket to your Grandmother. She’s not feeling well and keeps to her bed.”
Little Yella took the basket and skipped out into the forest.
Look at that silly girl, thought Squirrel. Good grief; she's tripping along through the woods without a care in the world when there's a big ugly wolf slobbering at her from behind the tree. Looks like he means business, too. I know she doesn't speak squirrel, but...
"Hey, you in the yellow cloak!" shouted Squirrel. "RUN! There's a wolf behind you!"
Little Yella jumped as the wolf's nose bumped her elbow. He eyed her basket. "Those bagels look good enough to eat," said the wolf. "Where are you taking them?"
"I'm taking them to Granny," said Little Yella. "Excuse, me, I need to be going."
"Have a good time," said the wolf. "Why don't you pick some violets for her on your way? My granny loves violets."
The wolf watched Yella wandering away and picking flowers. He slipped from tree to tree, sniffing. Pine needles, violets, wet mushrooms, and – yes! – old lady. He froze at the edge of a clearing and watched the silent cottage. His belly rumbled.
Inside the cottage, it was the top of the ninth. The bases were loaded. As the pitcher wound up, Granny clutched her tea cup and leaned in towards the television. The TV crowd held its breath. Granny held her breath. Even the announcer was holding his breath, when suddenly –
CRACK! went the bat.
AAAAAH! screamed the crowd.
"EEEK! " shrieked Granny, as a black streak blocked her view of the game.
In a flash, the wolf gulped granny down. "Slurrrrrrp!"
“Come in,” the wolf growled. "Ahem, I mean, come in!" he growled a pitch higher.
“I brought your bagels and latte,” Little Yella said. “Granny? Your eyes are really big today..."
“Come closer so I can see you better,” said the wolf in his best granny voice. Little Yella took a step toward the bed.
“Granny, you have some big ears.”
“Come even closer so I can hear you better,” said the wolf. Little Yella inched forward.
“Closer,” coaxed the wolf. “Closer…”
Little Yella could feel the wolf's hot breath on her neck. “Granny – you have some big TEETH!”
A moment too late, Little Yella realized that things aren't always as they seem.
Little Yella grabbed a weapon from the table and dove behind the bed. It was no use. Wolves aren't much bothered by dessert forks.
The wolf drank Little Yella and the tea-set down with another big slurp.
Inside the wolf, it was warm and a little bit slimy. "Hello, Granny," said Little Yella.
"I see you brought me some tea!" said Granny.
"I brought more than that," said Little Yella. "I'll have us out of here in a jiffy."
The door burst open and a woodsman peered in, waving his axe.
"Oh, no, Mr. Woodsman, we're great!" said Little Yella. "The Red Sox catapulted to a win, Granny and I are playing Cat's Cradle. I gave Wolfy Ipecac so he's sick and having a catnap!"
The wolf growled a groan.
Or groaned a growl.