Little Red said hello. I recommend saying hello back.
It wouldn’t be a year without a visit from Little Red. Lock up your cookies! And your cheese. And your potato chips. And your fruit salad and spaghetti and pickles and … well … anything edible really.
Every critter has to sleep eventually.
Sasquatch don’t take baths. That would remove their stink and sasquatch love their stink. They do like swimming and laying around in swimming holes. They enjoy getting wet not getting clean.
Little Red knows that the ocean is bigger and stronger than she is. She just enjoys tempting fate.
In the Night Forest, wolves are red and foxes are black. One of Little Red’s teachers and best friends is a fox named Silver.
Little Red isn’t afraid of much. But she’s not stupid. She knows that it’s not smart to tease things that are a hundred times her size.
Little Red was found by a bigfoot when she was a baby. He has raised her to be fearless and feisty. That she is the terror of the Night Forest is not his fault.
Little Red doesn’t need coffee to wake up.
The little girl flashed a gap toothed smile. She patted the fur of the wolf skin. She said, “I killed him myself. Stupid wolfs. He kept trying to eat me. I don’t know why. I sure that squirrels taste better than me. I had bites all over. It hurt. Apa would try to catch him but he was faster and hid better. I gots tired of it. So I ‘cided to chase him. I got fingers. I got smarts. I got swords and knives and axes and clubs and I throws hard and fast. We friend now that he a hat.”