Little Red Riding Hood as retold by Meghan Rose

Parts:

Narrator    Red
Grandma   Chorus
Reader 1   Reader 2
Reader 3   Reader 4
Mother     Wolf
Woodsman 1   Woodsman 2

Narrator: Once there lived a girl named Rebecca Elizabeth Davidson, or “RED” for short.

Red: Did you notice how the initials of my name spell “RED?” Boy, I’m glad my name isn’t Sarah Isabella Lynn Lacey Young, because that would be “SILLY.”

Narrator: Her grandma loved Red very much, and gave her a hoodie sweatshirt to wear. Red wore the sweatshirt so much that people started calling her Little Red Riding Hood.

Grandma: I also sent her a super long orange and yellow striped scarf, but that didn’t make for a very good nickname. Who wants to be called Super Long Orange-and- Yellow Striped Scarf Kid?

Narrator: Little Red also loved her grandma very much.

Red:Hi Grandma! I love you!

Grandma: I can’t hear you, dear. I live on the other side of the deep dark forest, remember?

Narrator: That’s right. Grandma lived on the other side of a deep dark forest. We are not sure why. Perhaps she really liked the animals that lived in the deep dark forest.

Chorus: Woooooooooooo!

Narrator: Anyway, one day, Grandma got a bad case of poison ivy and ended up in bed. So Red decided to bring her something to cheer her up.

Chorus: Cookies full of chocolate chunks! Muffins! Cake! And milk for dunks!
Reader 1: Red packed a basket full of sweets.
Reader 2: All for her grandma-ma to eat!
Reader 3: She also packed some cream for itches
Reader 4: And a ball to practice pitches.

Red: I’m sure Grandma will be itching to work on her fast ball.

Narrator: Before she left, Red’s mother warned her—

Mom: Don’t stray from the path through the deep dark forest…

Chorus: Woooooooooooo!

Mom:…and keep an eye out for the Big Bad Wolf.

Narrator: Unfortunately, when Little Red left, she was also wearing the super long orange and yellow striped scarf wrapped around her head. So she didn’t hear a single word her mother said.

Chorus: Hood and scarf upon her head! What’s in store for Little Red?
Reader 1: Will she see a tiny bunny?
Reader 2: Or a bee collecting honey?
Reader 3: Perhaps she’ll meet a squirrel named Rolf.
Reader 4: Or maybe meet the BIG BAD WOLF!

Wolf: Did someone call me?

Chorus: Oops!

Wolf: My, my! I see a little someone all dressed up in funny looking clothes. Hello, hello! What is your name and where are you going?

Red: I’m Red…and it’s over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house I go. Hey--why do I suddenly feel like singing?

Wolf: Woods? We animals prefer to call it the deep dark forest.

Chorus: Woooooooooooo!

Red: Okay. Anyway, Grandma’s got a bad case of poison ivy, so I’m bringing her some treats to cheer her up. I even brought a baseball.

Wolf: How kind. Why don’t you stray off the path and pick some beautiful wildflowers for her too.

Red: Good idea.

Narrator: While Red paused to pick flowers, the Big Bad Wolf ran ahead to Grandma’s house to surprise both Red and Grandma. By the time Red arrived with her basket and flowers, Grandma was gone…and the wolf was lying in wait under the covers in Grandma’s bedroom.

Chorus: Into the home went Little Red. She spotted “Grandma-ma” in the bed.
Reader 1: Red dropped her scarf upon the floor
Reader 2: And quickly closed the bedroom door.
Reader 3: She put the flowers in a vase
Reader 4: Then took a look at Grandma’s face.

Red: Grandma, your poison ivy looks terrible! Why, your nose is all swollen. Just look how big it is!

Wolf: Oh, no bother. The better to smell you with, my dear.

Red: Your eyes are swollen too!

Wolf: The better to see you with, my dear.

Red: Goodness! Even your ears are swollen. They’re huge!

Wolf: The better to hear you with my dear.

Red: I’m putting itch cream on you.

Wolf: What?!?!

Red: Hold still. This won’t hurt a bit.

Wolf: But what about my teeth? You didn’t say anything about my big, sharp, pointy teeth!

Red: You want me to put cream on those too? That’s weird…but okay.

Wolf: NO! WAIT! STOP! Augggggghhhhhh!

Narrator: Afraid of getting poison ivy itch cream rubbed all over his mouth—which is a very bad idea, so don’t ever try it—the wolf jumped out of bed and ran. Only he tripped over Red’s super long scarf and became hopelessly tangled. At that point, Red’s REAL Grandma burst into the room, followed by several woodsmen with their axes.

Grandma: Little Red! I ran and got the woodsmen as soon as I saw the Big Bad Wolf coming!

Woodsman 1: And I see the Big Bad Wolf is here all right. Come on men, help me get him out of this super long orange and yellow striped scarf.

Woodsman 2: Aren’t there two Big Bad Wolves?

Grandma: That’s right. Where is your brother, Wolf?

Wolf: He’s coming. And he’s got the Three Little Pigs and Chicken Little too.

Grandma: Great! Then I think we’ll have enough.

Red: Enough for what?

WolfA pick-up game of course. What took you so long, Grandma?

Grandma: I was busy scratching my stomach.

Woodsman 1: Is Hoot the Owl coming? I want him on my team.

Woodsman 2: Yes. But Grandma pitches, and Hoot’s on first.

Woodsman 1: Hoot’s on first?

Grandma: No, Hoot’s on second. I’m on first. With my poison ivy, I can’t be pitcher because I’m a belly itcher.

Woodsman 2: I’ll pitch then.

Wolf: I’m catcher! I love catching things.

Narrator: And so, Little Red Riding Hood, her grandma, the woodsmen, and many of the animals living in the deep dark forest….

Chorus: Woooooooooooo!

Narrator:…played a romping game of baseball, and then shared all of Red’s yummy treats.

Chorus: And that’s the tale of Little Red, told by Meghan Rose instead.