Posted on 9th February 201911th February 2019 by 12ewaters‘Red Riding Hood’ – Tolu T, Year 8 A wolf’s howl. A young girl’s cry. A grandmother’s hut lay lonely and dry. A picnic basket overturned and rotten. A red hood in the trees, tattered, forgotten. Who could have seen, no one would know the true death of Red Riding Hood.