Little Red Riding Hood

upon a time in a Transylvania wood, lived a vampire in training named Red Riding Hood. She was good at her studies and very well-blend, and her folks were so proud that they nicknamed her Red.

Are you following me so far? Good, good. One night, mum of empire asked Red to go out to visit a grandma who had Goblins gout. He gave her a basket of goodies to take, some ghoul juice and pigs feet and spiked rattlesnake.

Grandma only had one tooth, but it was a sweet tooth. Yeah. Our watch out for werewolves, says Mama to Red. Or before you can say Monster Marsh, you'll be dead. For everyone knows with no ifs ands or buts that vampires and werewolves hate each other's That's true, you know.

Well, Red began walking and then suddenly a werewolf appeared from behind the big tree. And he asked, where are you going? And she told like a fool, because she thought he was only some friendly old fool.

Silly girl, to grandma, as you say. I can taste her on rye, yes. Grandma meet first, then some riding hood pie. So the werewolf raced off to grandma's old chag.