Sunday, 19 January 2014

Bedtime Story

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a big fat wolf and it ate the grandmother. The End.

No, ok, then it vomited her up through his great crimson gullet, and just then Little Red Riding Hood walked in.

"Grandma, why are you covered in wolf-sick?"

Before Grandmother could answer, Goldilocks burst in, pursued by three bears. She punched Little Red Riding Hood on the nose, and loudly exclaimed: "This is MY story!"

Grandmother made three bowls of porridge. Of course the first two were too hot or too salty.

The wolf ate Goldilock's feet, and the bears finished the rest, apart from the hair.

Little Red Riding Hood, her grandmother, the wolf and the bears sat by the fire, chuckling and chortling. Grandmother's needles clicked and clacked.


(Get illustrating Mrs Maman. Howls of laughter from focus-group aged 6-11.)

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