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     Hi, my name is Jake, but most people called me wolf 

mostly because I am a wolf.

     I don't know where people got that I ate Little Red, 

whose real name is Jill, and her grandmother, or that I 

drowned or died with stones in my belly, as the Grimm Fairy 

Tales explains. Here is the true story of Little Red Riding 

Hood.

     It all started one summer day, I was playing with Jill in her 

backyard. Then her mother yelled, ”Come in you have to deliver 

these goods to your grandmother and stop playing with that 

wolf."

     "His name is Jake!" Jill yelled back, but Jill went in 

reluctantly and grabbed the goods.

     Her grandmother lived on the other side of the 

woods, so I got up and asked her,”Can I come with you?”

     She answered, “Yeah I need all the help I can get.” 

So, we started on our way. 

     After a while, we saw a bunch of flowers. She asked 

me to help her pick some.

     When we finished picking the flowers, we started on 

our way again. It took a long time, but when we got 

there the door was open, which was weird because the 

door is always closed. Then Jill stated "She probably has 

her friend the woodcutter over." We went in and the 

woodcutter was there drinking tea.

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