When you're a Little Red Riding Hood, everyone wants to send you somewhere. Also, my grandmother, as luck would have it, bought herself a house in a dense forest, which I don't want to approach, let alone enter. And that's what she needs my pies for? She's been on a diet for ten years. But who will listen to me? Not my mother, that's for sure.
“Don't forget the oil!” She shouted from the second floor, and I just sighed, stuffing the jar intothe basket.
Something told me that I would be sent back with the same supplies. She can't stand this oil. When will my relatives remember each other's tastes?
Covering the basket with a napkin, I tried to walk quietly to the hallway so that no one would have time to remember any other unnecessary thing. But… I completely forgot about the creaking floorboard right by the door!
“Don't forget to weara hat!” My father shouted immediately.
Closing my eyes, I exhaled. In a dense forest, it is better to merge with nature, and not shout with your red hat, like a beacon, to all wild animals about your location.
But then again, who would listen to me?
Quickly throwing on a fur coat, I looked longingly at the hat. My father will swear if he sees her after I leave. And he's sure to check if I listened....
Ah, the wolves are with them. If I am torn apart by animals in this forest, I will understand them until the end of death as a ghost. It's not for nothing that I'm friends with the village witch. However, she can only do tinctures for colds....
The basket still came out quite heavy, even though I tried to pull out absolutely unnecessary things. Well, why does Grandma need bath salt when she doesn't have this very bath?
It's a pity Pierre went hunting and now he won't be able to see me off. Although I tried not to be afraid that I would go to my grandmother alone for the first time, it turned out very badly. It's one thing you have a brutal hunter at your side, who will pull you out of the ditch and protect you from animals, but here? With a basket, except to fight back.
The frosty wind immediately hit in the face, it was worth leaving the village and getting closer to the forest. Frowning, I looked at the dark clouds over the fir trees. Just not to get caught in a blizzard on the way.... That's my grandmother's love for saving came out sideways to me. Was it really impossible to understand that a house could not cost so cheap even in our village? Especially with a bath house. Eh, now it would be warm for this very bathhouse. Wrapping my fur coat tighter, I couldn't hold back another sigh.
