A while ago, you would never believe what happened to me; I will never forget it because, if it wasn’t for the lumberjack, I would not be alive to tell this story.
It started of as a regular day for everyone else, but not so good for me. I didn’t feel so well on that day, so I went to the doctor, and they gave me some medicine that would make the pain go away. Unfortunately, I wasn’t feeling any better. So I called one of my grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood, because I live alone.
My grandchild came up with the idea of her taking bread and wine up to my house through the woods. Of course I said yes as I was tired of being so lonely, and I didn’t really feel like going out for food so I said, “yes, that would be great”.
So she was off on her journey. I was really excited because I haven’t seen my granddaughter for some time and I miss her. Anyway, she told me that she was walking along the right path that her mother told her to go along with, until a big bear approached her.
She was not afraid because she has never seen one before in real life, so she was very calm. The bear asked her many questions like, “Where are you going?” or “What do you have in the basket?”. She wasn’t aware of the danger, so she answered the questions and told the bear what she had in the basket and told exactly where I lived.
Little Red Riding Hood did not know that the bear was very sly and sneaky, and was very hungry. Then the bear asked Little Red, “Wouldn’t it be nice to get some flowers, instead of just bread and wine?”, and she said, “Well I suppose it would be nice, she hasn’t seen me in a while”. So the bear tricked her, to follow the other path to get some flowers and then follow Little Red Riding Hood to come to my house.
A couple of minutes later, I heard a knock on my door, thinking it was my granddaughter I opened the door, but what I saw was far from my granddaughter. All I saw was this big brown bear. The next thing you know it just went pitch black, I think I was just swallowed...
I was thinking to myself that I would have enough time for my granddaughter to get here before being digested or before anything else happens. At that time, I felt everything the bear did. I felt him put my clothes on and lay in my bed. I even tried to hit and break his stomach but I guess my hits weren’t hard enough.
As time goes by, I heard little red walked in and she came closer to the bed. I tried to yell and scream for help but I guess they weren’t loud enough. So I just silenced myself to see what I can hear, and all I can hear is the bear pretending to be me in the whole conversation with my granddaughter.
Within few minutes, the bear swallowed Little Red Riding Hood too. We hugged as we haven’t seen each other in a while, but we also hugged for our safety. We were both scared for our lives and we both thought that we were going to die in a bear’s belly, but we both tried to stay positive and think that somebody was going to hopefully come for us and save us.
Soon after, we both heard the bear fall asleep. So we tried to break out and yelled out for help. This time since it was both of us, a friendly lumberjack came to our rescue. We were relieved that somebody actually heard our cries and came to save us.
The lumberjack was very brave. He told us to both to move aside, because he was going to cut the bear right down the middle. After some time, we finally saw daylight. I was really weak and I had no energy when the lumberjack helped me out of the bear, but I was really thankful that we were out of the bear’s belly.
Without telling her to, Little Red Riding Hood went to get some heavy rocks and filled the bear’s stomach with it, and then stitched the stomach back up. When the bear was awake, he got up and walked two steps and then collapsed. A few moments later he was dead because the rocks were that heavy.
Later on, the lumberjack, my granddaughter, and I had a celebration at my daughter’s house, for the lumberjack who saved us from being digested in the bear’s belly. In the end, I stayed with my daughter and granddaughter for a couple of months until I could get back on my feet again, to live by myself.
The moral to the story of is that children must obey their parents and they must never talk to strangers. Even a very friendly stranger is capable of having bad intentions.
THE END :)