Little Red Ridinghood

Written by The Pied Piper

I know . . . You've already heard the story of Little Red Ridinghood, when you were a little boy or girl yourself. Only remember: THAT story was translated to English from the German story compiled by the Brothers Grim, along with a LOT of other similar German "Fairy Tales."

When they compiled the stories into a book of tales for children, in many places they took out some of the TRULY grim or horrifying parts of some of the stories . . . after all, what child is going to be happy after hearing tales of people being disemboweled, or truly eaten alive? So the stories were "bowdlerized" and "made suitable for children" by leaving out some of the truly nasty scenes of some tales that were originally passed on in families as methods to frighten little children into obedience. Like Little Red Ridinghood got changed from its original fanciful story of the origin of the lup-garue (that's werewolf), into a tale intended to frighten little girls into obeying their mothers.

Also, (besides many accidental mis-translations, like Cinderella's fur slipper becoming a glass one) in many cases the original meanings became considered to be "too mature" for children . . . such things as what the "prince" did to "sleeping beauty" or how the frog REALLY got changed back into a prince, or what the prince did to "snow white" to resurrect the girl. (Or for that matter, what an "innocent" 12-year-old princess REALLY did for her keep in a house with seven diminutive bachelors.)

Even in the translation from the German to the English, this trend continued, until the present versions of "Fairy Tales" are almost bland and insipid in comparison to the original gory and quite often bawdy stories that were the originals.

This very recent translation from the original German, is a case in point. While the sentence-structure (trying to maintain the original flavor of the story) is not what you might be used to (especially in a fairy-story), it is closer to the German original.

Some liberty has been taken in reconstructing parts of the story-line though, as the original racy story was "toned down" for children with almost as much liberty by the Brothers Grim, who wanted to make it "acceptable" to the Victorian society it was being published in. Besides, they wanted a book for CHILDREN, not a porno-story for adults.

We however are adults; and think you will enjoy this NON- bowdlerized (and even somewhat eroticized) version of the old story, fully as much as we did.
Or at least, so we hope.

1

At first the six-year-old little girl is reluctant, when her mother calls her in from the playground. As soon as she hears that she is to see her grandmother however, she becomes eager to come in, because she likes this not-too-old woman very much. When she spends time with her grandmother, she always has fun.

Quickly the mother has removed her child's jeans and dressed her in a short skirt. A nice little red cape with matching hood makes the slender blonde child look very neat. Granny had given it to her some times ago; and since then she only is called "Little Red Ridinghood" (as this is the type of cape that people used to wear, when riding horses).

A basket with wine and cake is standing ready. The mother gives last advice to the little girl; such as not to leave the straightway, etc. The young woman sighs, because she knows quite well, that these tips would be forgotten by her daughter very quickly. Still, the way isn't far, and the little girl has been to visit her grandmother many times before. The child raises to her toes to get a good-bye-kiss and a loving pat on her firm little behind; then she leaves.

Happily skipping, Little Red Ridinghood follows the way to her grandmother's house, that leads into the wood after a curve. Soon it's becoming rather dark, as the woods are deep and the day is overcast. This causes the child to grow quiet and thoughtful. She is very glad to see a little clearing, illuminated by a sunbeam. Having a need to piss, the girl hurries off the straightway to this spot without thinking of the admonitions she got from her mother. She quiets her conscience with the idea of picking some flowers to carry them to Granny.

Relieved, the girl squats herself on the forest floor, pulls down her slip to her ankles, and lets spring the little golden river. Just like a little muzzle the soft rosy crack distends and produces a twirled foaming stream pattering on the forest floor. But what a shock when the six-year-old rises and finds herself vis-a-vis with a giant gray wolf. If she had not pissed yet, the little girl surely would have wetted her slip then. Frightened she turns around, stumbles out of her slip; the garment remaining on the forest floor, and rushes away several steps. The wolf's slow smooth voice calls her back.