Little Rusty-Rustic-Reddish-Brown Walking Hood was told by her mother, one fine evening, to go visit her sick grandmother, gudzilla [who was norwegian] and take the obvious path in the woods to her house. Her mother warned her not to stop to pick any wild flowers[or tame flowers for that matter because flowers in the forest were always dangerous] lest she upset any forest spirits which were known to be quite vicious. But Little Rusty-Rustic-Reddish-Brown Walking Hood was an adolescent approaching the age-of-not-believing, thus it was natural she rebelled against her mother's wishes. As such, she bent down and plucked herself [and her grandmother] a sweet smelling blossom of the brightly-coloured kind that screamed touch me not. And Little Rusty-Rustic-Reddish-Brown Walking Hood was quite quite sure she did hear a scream.

The forest spirits, oh how mad they were. How very mad that they sent their Punisher, the werewolf on her tracks. It was evening, and approaching dark, and it would only take a moment and a while for the fullmoon to rise into the sky. The werewolf, in its human form, approached Little Rusty-Rustic-Reddish-Brown Walking Hood, who was now Little Rusty-Rustic-Reddish-Brown With-A-Few-Leaves-At-the-Bottom Walking Hood, and striked up a conversation with her.

"Where be you heading this fine evening with twelve, or was it thirteen stars in the sky?"

"I am to visit my dear grandmother who is so very old and so very all-knowing. Are you stalking me?"

The werewolf said he wasnt, and said he was just a very sociable fellow. Little Rusty-Rustic-Reddish-Brown With-A-Few-Leaves-At-the-Bottom Walking Hood nodded and said there were a tad many sociable fellows around now-a-days. The werewolf nodded and smiled, and said he was sure there were and by the way would she like to count the very many stars in the sky with him just for a moment and a while? Little Rusty-Rustic-Reddish-Brown With-A-Few-Leaves-At-the-Bottom Walking Hood thought that it would be okay, and so she sat on the fallen leaves and gazed through the canopy of the forest trees and counted stars with the werewolf. And the fullmoon came up.

The werewolf transformed, but Little Rusty-Rustic-Reddish-Brown With-A-Few-Leaves-At-the-Bottom Walking Hood was too busy counting stars to notice his spasmic movements in the transformation. She fell prey to his unforgiving jaws, and his mighty tongue lapped her up in one swift motion. And so she was not to be.

The werewolf now leapt away to the house of the grandmother, for under the orders of the forest spirits, he was to gobble up the youngest and the oldest in her family line, and cause the rest great grief. Little did he know that the old and all-knowing grandmother, was truely all-knowing, for she knew before it happened, that Little Rusty-Rustic-Reddish-Brown With-A-Few-Leaves-At-the-Bottom Walking Hood was going to be eaten by a werewolf. She couldnt stop the event from happening though, for there were no handphones at that time, and she was sick in bed. But when the werewolf arrived at her door, she was well prepared and ready in wait for vengence.

The werewolf leapt into the house through the window, but the grandmother, being Gudzilla, had her mouth opened far and wide to catch the wolf in his air-time. She crunched his bones in fury, mourning for the loss of her granddaughter, whos essence had been absorbed by the werewolf already and was unsavable.

Meanwhile, a hungry woodcutter was cutting wood nearby, when he heard the sounds of the crunches. He was reminded of a certain treat his mother used to reward him with, going by the name of Ringles. Or was it Tingles? It could even have been Pringles. He headed towards the direction of the crunches, and saw the grandmother crunching away, ferociously.He approached her, and as his stomach grumbled, he promptly swallowed her up. You see, he had been cutting wood all day long and was tired, hungry and couldnt care less. He went away, having eaten his fill, and whistled a tune that went something like:

Walking Hood spoiled the forest's mood
She had been pretty bad
By pulling out the plant's life roots
She made the forest mad

They sent the werewolf down on her
He tricked her with a lie
She counted stars that surrounded her
And he ate her, eye by eye

Her grandmother full of anger
Prepared a trap full-blown
The werewolf jumped through the window
And we know that he got owned

So the woodcutter, being hungry and all
Stopped by the house that was standing tall
Drawn by his stomach's hunger call
He ate the grandmother, werewolf, Walking Hood and all.

And that, my friends, is the story of Little Rusty-Rustic-Reddish-Brown With-A-Few-Leaves-At-the-Bottom Walking Hood.