Fairy+Tale+Rewrite

Little Red Danyell-hood O nce upon a time in a land far far away, there was a little girl named Danyell, she always loved to go and visit her grandmother. Her mother told her before she left to go to her Grams house not to travel alone because there was a loose psychopath. Danyell always loved to cook; she cooked pasta, pizza, cookies, shrimp scampi and a lot of others. One day her grandmother and her were cooking and ran out of eggs Gram asked her to go and get her some more. While Danyell was gone looking for eggs, her grandmother had an unexpected visitor. The visitor claimed his name was Peter Wolfingham. Grandmother invited him into the house to smell the good food and have some warm tea. Peter asked where the restroom was, when grandmother turned her back to show him, he spilt the freshly made hot tea.  Grandmother turned quickly to see what the shattering noise was. Peter grabbed her and hurriedly put her in the chest below her bed. When Danyell came home the door was locked. She could not get in her grandmother’s house. She knocked several times until Peter came and politely answered the door. She had a frantic expression on her face. She hurriedly walked through the door and searched for Gram. She saw no trace of her anywhere, all but little pieces of glass shattered everywhere from Peter spilling the tea. Danyell asked Peter “who he was, how he got in the house, where grandmother was and how long she’d been gone”. The replies to her questions were, “I’m Peter Wolfingham your grandmother’s friend, your grandmother let me in, and your grandmothers in her room sleeping”. Danyell went to her Grams room to search for her. She knew Peter wasn’t who he said he was, he looked very suspicious and not where he was supposed to be. She heard mumbling from inside the brown chest, she quickly opened it up, and there lies her Grandmother. Danyell swiftly turned around and there is no more Peter, there’s a big brown wolf standing over them. Her grandmother quickly jots out the room and gets wolf resistant spray, the wolf falls down in the big chest and they lived happily ever after. Always remember not to believe a last name “Wolfingham”!