Little Straight Riding Hood
This is post 17 of Section I. To begin at the beginning, go here.
“Once upon a time,” Jack began, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his chin on them, “there was a boy who wanted to pick flowers and meet wolves. This was obviously very dangerous, so his mother put a hood on him. With the hood on, it was harder for him to see anything but the path in front of him, which went straight back and forth from his house to church and school, and so he stayed on the path, and everyone got to calling him, ‘Little Straight Riding Hood.’
“The only trouble was that the boy was desperately unhappy, but after a while he’d worn the hood so long that he’d practically forgotten what flowers looked like, and he’d never been able to meet any wolves, anyway.”
“Poor little boy,” said Robert, and they held hands under the duvet.
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“Once upon a time,” Jack began, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his chin on them, “there was a boy who wanted to pick flowers and meet wolves. This was obviously very dangerous, so his mother put a hood on him. With the hood on, it was harder for him to see anything but the path in front of him, which went straight back and forth from his house to church and school, and so he stayed on the path, and everyone got to calling him, ‘Little Straight Riding Hood.’
“The only trouble was that the boy was desperately unhappy, but after a while he’d worn the hood so long that he’d practically forgotten what flowers looked like, and he’d never been able to meet any wolves, anyway.”
“Poor little boy,” said Robert, and they held hands under the duvet.
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posted by Hobbes at 8:03 PM
4 Comments:
The first metaphor is good, but the last one is strange, I mean aren't duvets made of down? And they are going down under the duvet?
I thought it was all good actually and for some reason it made me smile. Maybe it is the lateness of the evening.( earliness of the morning)
Those two guys are so sill-we!
Thanks, Alice.
T&I: We won't get into that.
Dog Face: Sober up.
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