Not so little red riding hood
A Collection of Short Stories - Not-So Little Red Riding Hood
There was once a pretty young girl called Red Riding Hood. She was called so because of her beautiful red cloak that had been given to her by her dear old grandmother who lived in the forest. Red Riding Hood loved the cloak and never took it off, except for when her mother held her down and forced it off her so she could wash it, sighing at the state it was in.
One day, Red Riding Hood was told to take a basket filled with food to her grandmother.
"Beware the wolf", her mother warned. "For he eats sweet girls like you".
"Don't worry," answered Red Riding Hood.
"He won't get me." And she smiled that devious, mischievous smile that her mother knew meant that she had something up her sleeve, other than the small cake she'd seen her swipe earlier and hide there.
Red Riding Hood went off skipping into the woods, appearing like the innocent sweet child everyone believed her to be. Her red cloak billowed out behind her like butterfly wings and the basket swung on her arm, knocking flowerpots off window sills as she passed them.
She had travelled no further than the angry shouts over the destruction of flower pots had faded from hearing and she was well into the forest when the sneaky wolf spotted her. He remained hidden, his hindquarters stuck in a thorn bush so he couldn't move even if he wanted to as she skipped gaily past. He was especially hungry that day as he'd spent all his energy blowing on a stupid straw house only to find it empty the day before.
Luckily, he knew exactly where the girl was going and what she was going to do.
He waited until she had passed before tearing himself out of the thorn bush with several pained howls and raced to granny's house. On arrival, he ignored the door and jumped through the window landing in a heap in the living room. He looked around just as an old woman ran in, carrying a broom.
"Get out!" She screeched, charging at him, broom wielded dangerously.
The wolf ran around the chairs and she chased after him, shrieking and swiping with the broom. They ran until the granny was puffing so hard she had to stop, bent over to catch her breath. The wolf snuck up behind her and hit her over the head, dropping her to the ground.
"Gotcha!" He crowed as he grabbed her legs and began dragging her to the closet.
But she suddenly kicked him, knocking him over and grabbing her broom to beat him up. He managed to grab it the same time as her and a wrestling match began, each as strong as the other. The wolf was the first to let go, but as the granny tried to get a proper hold, he punched her in the face, knocking her flat again.
"That should do it," he declared, as he went to resume the dragging operation.
"Not yet wolfie," the granny snapped as she drove her broom in between his legs.
The wolf howled in pain and waddled around, clutching at his privates. When he'd recovered enough to straighten, he found the granny in a fighting position, broom held like a sword.
"Bring it on wolfie," she snarled and charged at him.
He snatched up at poker out of the fireplace and an epic battle began. They rained blows down on each other, neither able to get a hit in. 'Time to play dirty' the wolf thought to himself as he kicked her in the shin. She yelled in pain and tripped over, giving the wolf a chance to hit her in the head with the poker.
Taking no chances this time, he checked to make sure she was finally asleep before he dragged her to the closet and chucked her in. He'd just closed it and wiped his hands together in satisfaction when he heard a knock on the door.
"Granny!" Called Red Riding Hood. "It's me! I've got your food."
"Yes, come in come on dear." Her granny called out, sounding hoarse and scratchy.
Red Riding Hood grinned to herself as she pushed the door open and went in.
She found her granny in bed, cover pulled up to her chin and sleep cap tucked low. Yellow eyes watched her from under the cap and the wolf made what he thought was a grin but was actually a grimace.
Red Riding Hood gasped in horror.
"Oh Granny," she cried. "How horrible you look."
The wolf frowned. This wasn't how the script went.
"Well, it's tough work keeping care of yourself," he squeaked, attempting to copy the granny's voice.
"Your ears are so huge and furry and ugly.
"
The wolf shrugged. There wasn't much he could do about that.
"And your eyes are disgusting. Why would you put such bad-looking contacts in. Yuk."
The wolf growled angrily. This wasn't going to plan at all.
"Oh and don't get me started on your hands. For goodness sake granny, use some moisturizer on them."
"Hey!" Squeaked the wolf. "What happened to being nice to your granny?"
Red Riding Hood shrugged.
"Your voice is different," she pointed out.
"Therefore I don't have to act the same when you aren't."
"Then how am I meant to act?" The wild asked, exasperated.
"You're meant to come over and give me a hug and kiss like normal when I come to visit."
"I can't," objected the wolf. "I'm bed ridden."
"What a pity," Red Riding Hood, not looking sorry at all.
"Aren't you meant to ask what big teeth I have?" The wolf asked, trying to get the girl back onto the script.
She sighed like a true teenager.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes! Yes you do.
"
"Fine. Oh granny, what big, ugly, yellow, pointed teeth you have."
"All the better to eat you with!" The wolf roared triumphantly, leaping out of the bed at Red Riding Hood.
"Not so fast," she told him, whipping a gun out of her belt and shooting him in the heart. He dropped stone dead at her feet as she blew on the gun and jammed it back in her belt. "Nice try wolfie," she whispered to him as he patted his head. "But no one beats Red 'shootin babe' Hood."
The door suddenly slammed over as she straightened and a wood-cuter burst in, whirling his axe around his head.
"Where's that wolf?!" He bellowed.
"I'll cut him up in so many pieces that you can't tell the difference between a toe and an ear. Now where - oh he's dead." He looked down stupidly at the wolf, bleeding on the carpet. "What happened?" He asked, bewildered.
Red Riding Hood smiled sweetly at him.
"Oh nothing."
"Well, where's your granny?"
"Oh she's in here."
She went to the closet and opened it, revealing her granny crouched on the floor, stuffing cake into her mouth. Her eyes were wild as she glared at them.
"You saw nothing!" She shrieked, slamming the door shut.
The wood-cutter left and Red Riding Hood skinned and cooked the wolf for her granny before leaving for home. But when she walked into the kitchen where her mother was working, her mother was shocked to find she wasn't wearing her red cloak any more.
"What happened to your cloak?" She asked, looking at her daughter in surprise.
Red Riding Hood rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Red cloaks are so out of fashion," she told her mother. "The new fashion is wolf-skin cloaks."
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I wrote this a few years ago when I had a fairytale phase.
I wrote a few parodies of popular fairytales, but this was by far my favourite. Hope you enjoyed it. I loved writing it haha.
Not so Little Red Riding Hood - Fairy Tales Challenge || Real-Time Game Character
Dawanart #1
I been thinking, what if the story of the name is different? what if she is not the innocent girl that comes to our minds when we read that name? what if the red colour of her cape comes from all the monsters he slayed?
I end up making a warewolf hunter Little Red Riding Hood. Had some free time yerterday and there we go, this is the first take on her.
Hope u guys like it!
I made the full retopo and started the texturing process, this is what I have so far, I really want to give her a darker vibe but still exploring how to do so, hope you guys like it
https://cdn-animation.
artstation.com/p/video_sources/000/292/169/ta.mp4
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Tinnuu #2
Wow, you’re crazy fast! She’s already looking pretty cool and badass I like that you gave her those extravagant shoes, it really adds to her character. One thing I’d suggest is to integrate the skull shoulder pads a bit better with her anatomy. As they are right now, they look a bit stuck on and I think they’d look more believable, e.g. if they were covering her shoulders so they’re actually protected from people attacking her.
I’m looking forward to see the end result!
Dawanart #3
Thank you so much for ur comment! I really appreciate words.
I´ll try to improve it, been playing with different kinds of shoulders, it will include the skull of course but I think that it needs some work, hope to post it soon!
Dawanart #4
Tested some posing, also added the marmoset viewer. Any c&c is welcome!
https://www.artstation.com/artwork/GaKV94
BlackKnight #5
mighty impressive! what I’d recommend texturing wise would be to add a few imperfections like dirt dust scratches or maybe scars etc, to bring out the the details and it adds to the feel that she has been doing this for a long time, hope this helps
Dawanart #6
Totally agree with u, I plan to do that in the armour and maybe the skin, but somehow I want the cape to look clean as is the core of my idea, also thinking about making the cape bigger
Anyway I really appreciate ur words and ur comment
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TonyV125 #7
I joined just so I could comment and say that I love the concept.
Definitely the best work in progress so far. You’re definitely onto something, here. Godspeed
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The true story of Little Red Riding Hood
The true story of Little Red Riding Hood
© Tatyana Vorontsova
190 years ago, on October 18, 1812, two young scientists, the brothers Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, put the final point in the book bestseller of German-language literature. The book was called “Children's and Household Tales”, and it was from it that the world became known
“Once upon a time there was a little, sweet girl. And whoever looked at her, everyone liked her, but her grandmother loved her more than anyone and was ready to give her everything. So she once gave her a cap of red velvet, and because this cap suited her very well and she didn’t want to wear any other, they called her Little Red Riding Hood ... ”Who in childhood was not fascinated by this seemingly naive, artless text? Nevertheless, the story of Little Red Riding Hood is not so simple: it is tortuous and intricate, just as human consciousness is tortuous and intricate.
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The first literary version of this old folk tale was published by Charles Perrault in 1697 in Paris - in the book "Tales of my mother Goose, or Stories and tales of bygone times with teachings", dedicated to the princess of the French royal house. In those days, the story of a girl who went to visit her grandmother and met a wolf on the road was told all over Europe - both in the homes of commoners and in the castles of the nobility. The tale was especially popular in the Tyrol and the foothills of the Alps, where it had been known at least since the 14th century. Actually, it was a lot of stories: in the north of Italy, the granddaughter brought fresh fish to her grandmother, in Switzerland - a head of young cheese, in the south of France - a pie and a pot of butter; in some cases, the wolf was the winner, in others, the girl ... Perrault took one of the options as a basis, dressed up the nameless girl in a “companion” cap of scarlet velvet and bestowed the name - Little Red Riding Hood.
I must say that in France at the turn of the 17th-18th centuries, when social differences in clothing were strictly regulated, only aristocrats and middle-class women wore such headdresses. A simple village girl, who easily walked in a velvet cap of a defiant color, and even - contrary to her mother's orders - entered into a conversation with a stranger, obviously understood a lot about herself, which the harsh era of the Enlightenment did not encourage. In the finale, the wolf taught a cruel lesson to all the windy young ladies: he "attacked Little Red Riding Hood and swallowed her." nine0007
The gallant author crowned the “cute trifle” (as he called his fairy tale) with a moral:
Little children, not without reason
(And especially girls, beauties and spoiled girls),
Encountering all kinds of men on the way,
No speeches
Otherwise, the wolf might eat them...
The popularity of Perrault's book was amazing, although the 69-year-old author himself, a prominent royal official and member of the French Academy, fearing ridicule, at first did not dare to put his own name on the collection, therefore for the first time, "Tales of Mother Goose" was published signed by the 11-year-old son of the writer - D'Armancourt.
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But the “canonization” of the text did not end there. From the pages of a French book, Little Red Riding Hood returned to oral stories, and a hundred years later reappeared in a literary version - in German Kassel. This time, the philologists brothers Wilhelm and Jacob Grimm acted as authors, who saw in fairy tales by no means “trifles”. Grimms perceived folk tales as a necessary link in the unification of the fragmented German principalities-electors, who spoke different dialects, into a single national state. The goal of the Grimms was to collect and voice "living folk poetry", to preserve the authenticity of folk art. They believed that the “German pramith” was contained in fairy tales, and in their book “Children's and Household Tales” they selected only those stories that were popular in the territory of German settlement. Grimm's fairy tales were considered as pantries in which a single memory of the mythological ideas and beliefs of their ancestors was preserved, and they saw their task in revealing the “authenticity”, the true nationality of the plot.
Based on the idea of the unity of the people, the Grimms did not distinguish between written and oral sources, as well as the belonging of authors to different social and cultural strata, believing that in any of the options there is both truth and artificiality. They presented their own version of Little Red Riding Hood, combining oral stories, the fairy tale of Charles Perrault, as well as the verse play “The Life and Death of Little Red Riding Hood”, written in 1800 by the German romantic writer Ludwig Tiek (it was Tiek who introduced the hunter who saves the girl and grandmother from the belly of a wolf). nine0007
A feature of the fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm is the abundance of details, sometimes seeming nonsense, sometimes everyday life, sometimes just rudeness and cruelty. The girl's grandmother does not live in another village, but in the forest itself. Little Red Riding Hood brings her a piece of cake and a bottle of wine in her apron, and her mother sternly admonishes her: “Go modestly, as you should; don’t turn aside from the road, otherwise you’ll fall and break the bottle, then grandmother won’t get anything.
And when you enter her room, do not forget to say hello to her, and not only to look back and forth in all corners first. The wolf reproachfully tells the girl that she is going, “as if she is in a hurry to go to school”, offers to “have fun in the forest”, and Little Red Riding Hood, succumbing to persuasion, enters the forest thicket and begins to collect flowers. Having eaten the grandmother, the wolf not only lays down in her bed, but first puts on a dress and cap. At the same time, he leaves the door wide open. Having swallowed the girl, the wolf snores so loudly throughout the forest that the hunter passing by the hut thinks if he needs to help the old woman. Seeing the wolf, the hunter takes the scissors and rips open the sleeping belly: “As soon as he made the first incision, he sees that the little red cap is visible inside. He quickly made a second incision, and a girl jumped out of there and screamed:
— Oh, how scared I was! It was so dark in the wolf's belly!
Grandmother also got out after Little Red Riding Hood, barely alive - she could not catch her breath.
” Then the wolf is punished: his belly is stuffed with large stones. Waking up, he wants to run away, but heavy stones are pulled down, and the wolf falls dead. Each of the winners receives his reward: the hunter takes home the skin taken from the wolf, the grandmother, after eating a cake and drinking wine, gets better, and Little Red Riding Hood learns a life lesson: “From now on, I will never turn off the highway alone without my mother’s permission” . Soon the girl meets another wolf in the forest, and this meeting turns out to be fatal for him: Little Red Riding Hood and Grandmother drown the stupid villain in the trough without anyone's help. nine0007
The first publication of "Children's and Household Tales" did not arouse much enthusiasm. The Brothers Grimm's book was seen as a cross between a scientific document and children's fun, the publication was not bought up - readers demanded fabulous romantic short stories. However, after some time, either the authors successfully finalized the material, or the public got used to a strange mixture of archaic oral folk tradition and its literary fixation - the book began to diverge with a bang.
Numerous translations were also not long in coming...
Since then, "Little Red Riding Hood" has become the most popular folk book fairy tale in Europe, and then in the world - always relevant and full of hidden meaning, which many tried to comprehend, sometimes crossing all sorts of boundaries in their conclusions.
So, since the fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm came out in the year of the victory over Napoleon, in 1812, and were collected at a time when the lands of the Rhine were under the French heel, some researchers saw the French “intruder” in the wolf, and the suffering German people in Little Red Riding Hood , and in the hunter - the expected disinterested liberator. And a century later, the ideologues of the Third Reich, who declared "Children's and Household Tales" by the Brothers Grimm a sacred book, wrote in all seriousness that Little Red Riding Hood embodies the German people, persecuted by the wolf of Jewry. nine0007
The Grimms themselves, deeply religious people, saw in Little Red Riding Hood a single symbol of rebirth - a descent into the darkness and transformation.
A hundred years later, Christian researchers who developed this idea declared Little Red Riding Hood the personification of human passions: vanity, self-interest and hidden lust. In the wolf, these same passions are embodied clearly and definitely. Only freed from the wolf's belly, as if born again, the girl is transformed.
Neo-mythologists, supporters of the so-called “wolf-solar theory”, who also considered themselves followers of the Grimms, argued that the fairy tale reflects the change of natural phenomena: the grandmother living in the forest in a house “under three large oaks” is mother nature, Little Red Riding Hood is the sun , the wolf is winter, and the hunter is the new year. Neo-pagans (there were some) considered the wolf to be the most positive character in the fairy tale. The red color of the girl's headdress seemed to them the embodiment of danger, and the grandmother, living in a dense forest, evoked associations with Baba Yaga and the goddess of death of the ancient Germans (by the way, pies and wine were a common sacrifice for the dead and other representatives of the underworld among all Indo-Europeans).
So the wolf seemed to them to be something like an ancestor hero, who was trying to free the world from death and fell victim in an unequal struggle. nine0007
Initially, in the oral tradition of the fairy tale about Little Red Riding Hood, the wolf was not just an animal, but a werewolf (this is where his ability to speak in a human voice and successful attempts to disguise himself as a grandmother come from). The Grimms, like Perrault, did not advertise it, but implied it. At the end of the 20th century, interest in mysticism provoked a number of relevant interpretations of Little Red Riding Hood, among which the most famous interpretation of the British "Oscar" Neil Jordan - he turned this story into a love thriller about werewolves "In the company of wolves". nine0007
People of the 19th century saw a pure image in Little Red Riding Hood. A fan of "Children's and Household Tales" Charles Dickens in his "Christmas Stories" shared naive childhood reflections: "I felt that if I could marry Little Red Riding Hood, I would know true happiness.
" And the Grimms themselves, who dreamed of returning to their national roots, generally believed that before the world was asexual, and “people produced children with just one look (as God acts only with a thought)” - only “then they needed kisses for this and, finally, hugs and carnal intercourse." “Teutonic religious neurotics” (so the brothers were dubbed by little-believing psychoanalysts of the 20th century) when preparing fairy tales for publication, they expelled from them all to any extent erotic scenes and expressions, because they believed that “old poetry” was “innocent”. nine0007
The 20th century made Little Red Riding Hood a brand and a diagnosis. So, in the 30s, supporters of Freud's student Erich Fromm declared that Little Red Riding Hood is a fully matured girl, and her headdress is a symbol of physiological maturity. The mother's warnings to stay on the road and beware of breaking the bottle are warnings against casual relationships and loss of virginity. The main characters of the tale are three generations of women.
The wolf, embodying the masculine principle, is a “ruthless and treacherous animal”, and the hunter is a conventional image of Little Red Riding Hood's father (which is why he is not among the despised men). In general, the story tells about the triumph of the female half of humanity over the male and returns the reader to the world of matriarchy. nine0007
In the 1960s, the era of the sexual revolution and the rise of feminism, researchers began to talk about swallowing as rape, a symbolic description of uncontrollable sexual appetite. At the same time, the girl herself provokes the wolf to active actions: she wears a bright hat, talks to a stranger, has fun in the forest ... At the same time, the wolf turns out to be a transvestite and secretly envies the woman's ability to become pregnant. That is why he swallows his grandmother and granddaughter whole, making an attempt to put living beings in his stomach. At the end of the wolf, stones are killed - symbols of sterility, which is a mockery of the desire to play childbirth .
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There were not so many of those who remembered that Little Red Riding Hood was a fairy tale for children. They timidly pointed to the educational aspect: an innocent child should beware of life's dangers and obey mother's orders. The initial “innocence” of the story was also indicated by the fact that the wolf did not die when the hunter cut open his stomach in order to free the girl and grandmother.
The story of the second wolf was forgotten in the 20th century, it is not mentioned in all modern editions of the Brothers Grimm's fairy tales. In essence, this is a sequel, a story about a completely different girl - more experienced, correct, who learned the lessons of the “previous series”. And Little Red Riding Hood, who has lost her innocent naivete, is not interesting to the world - even if it has comprehended everything and survived all possible revolutions ...
source: Everything for the teacher of literature
Little Red Riding Hood, reviews of the play, staging Theater n / r Sergei Afanasiev - Afisha-Theaters
Performance
© Theater n/r Sergei Afanasiev
About the performance
It seems that there is no child in the world who does not know the tale of Little Red Riding Hood, an obedient girl who, singing merrily, goes through the forest to visit her grandmother, and falls into the clutches of a bloodthirsty wolf.
