{"id":1456,"date":"2020-04-07T08:49:20","date_gmt":"2020-04-07T08:49:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/?page_id=1456"},"modified":"2020-04-07T08:52:35","modified_gmt":"2020-04-07T08:52:35","slug":"fairy-tale-in2020","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/index.php\/fairy-tale-in2020\/","title":{"rendered":"Fairy Tale in 2020"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Red Riding Hood<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Red tied her hood under her chin. She probably didn\u2019t need it on this lovely spring morning but, as mum said, it would be a lot cooler in the shady woods. She picked up the basket by the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBye, mum,\u201d she called as she opened the front door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTake care, love,\u201d said her mum as she came through from the kitchen, wiping her floury hands on her flowery apron. \u201cStick to the path. Only step off the path briefly if you see someone coming the other way. Keep your distance.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI will, don\u2019t worry,\u201d smiled Red.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSay hi to Grannie for me. Ask her if there is anything else she needs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Red set off, glad to be outside. She was getting fed up, cooped up indoors for most of the day. She was even missing school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hadn\u2019t gone far when she caught sight of a figure on the path up ahead. She approached cautiously, ready to step off the path if necessary. As she got closer she realised it was a policeman. It wasn\u2019t the local \u2018bobby\u2019, she didn\u2019t recognise him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHello miss,\u201d he said as she got nearer, \u201cand where are you off to this fine spring day?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m visiting my grannie at the edge of the wood. She\u2019s over 70 and can\u2019t go out to get her shopping so I have a basket of food for her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet\u2019s have a look what you\u2019ve got in that basket then,\u201d said the policeman suspiciously. Red held out the basket towards him, trying to keep 2 metres between them. He stretched out a hand and lifted the cloth cover. In the basket was a freshly baked loaf, some homemade cookies, eggs from Red\u2019s hens and two toilet rolls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOK then, on your way young lady, then straight back home. No meeting up with your pals.\u201d He stepped back to allow her to pass. As if she would meet up with anyone. Red had listened to all the advice and was determined to keep herself and her family safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eventually she arrived at Grannie\u2019s cottage. She placed the basket on the step and knocked on the door, stepping well back before the door opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHello, sweetie,\u201d said Grannie, opening the door a crack. \u201cThank you so much. I\u2019m down to my last crust, and I do love your mum\u2019s baking. How are you both?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re fine, Grannie. Don\u2019t worry about us. You look well.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m grand, here on my own. I don\u2019t have any visitors except you, and while it is a bit lonely I know it\u2019s for the best and we will soon have our family get togethers again. I\u2019ll even be able to go to my bridge club again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMum says is there anything else you need?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cActually, next time you come I\u2019d love a jar of your mum\u2019s homemade jam, and maybe a couple of apples if you have any left from last autumn, please.\u201d With that Grannie turned and went back into the cottage to empty the basket. Red sat on an old tree stump to wait. Little did she know that a sly old wolf had been watching the whole time.  He now approached her, getting a little too close for comfort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHello, little girl. What are you doing sat here all alone?\u201d he said, licking his lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m just waiting for \u2026.\u201d Red began, but broke off in a fit of coughing. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry. I have just started this awful cough, and now I\u2019ve got a headache too. I feel so hot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The wolf didn\u2019t wait around to listen. He shot off through the trees with his tail between his legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grannie appeared at the door again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHere\u2019s your basket, Red. Did I hear you talking to someone?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNothing for you to worry about, Grannie. Make sure you wash your hands when you go back in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI will. Thanks, sweetie. See you again soon. Love you,\u201d Grannie blew Red a kiss and waved as she watched her walk back down the path.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Red smiled as she skipped along the path back home. She had fooled that nasty old wolf, had a lovely walk in the fresh air, \u2018caring for the elderly\u2019, and still had her hour\u2019s exercise to use up. Perhaps she and her mum could go to see the bluebells, they should be just about out by now. Grannie was well and they would get through this.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1456","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"rttpg_featured_image_url":null,"rttpg_author":{"display_name":"Carol","author_link":"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/index.php\/author\/admin\/"},"rttpg_comment":0,"rttpg_category":null,"rttpg_excerpt":null,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1456","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1456"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1456\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1459,"href":"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1456\/revisions\/1459"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/carolbarton.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1456"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}