Once upon a time, Red Riding Hood had one of those moments of lust, intrigue and the desire to go on a journey... what Red Riding Hood forgot to do was consult the stars and think about this with her head screwed on. So she packed up her troubles into the red spotty suitcase (hankies and sticks are just not big enough for a modern girls wardrobe) and caught the Chattanooga Choo Choo to the big smoke.
The big smoke was a huge vast city landscape and not paved with gold as the critics had suggested. Instead, it was a billboard for commercialism, greed and consumerism... something Little Miss Red was not prepared for, still it was an adventure and not all adventures are what they seem. After a while; the glitzy shimmer started to rust, [chapter deleted and memory banked] the promise was betrayed and it was time to head home to the Bubble of Tranquility.
The suitcase is returned to the cobwebby cupboard, the red cloak hung back on the peg at the back of the door, the little red dress patched up and pressed and the red spotty hankies tears wrung out to dry.
Moral to the Story: Expeditions are for adventurers only and not girls from the frozen North.
Tomorrow is a bright new day though... which I am so looking forward to! :)
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