Little Blue Riding Hood
By: Anthonely Lora

	Once upon a time, there was a little yeti boy named Brian. He would love to bake cookies with his grandmother who lived in the middle of the forest. However, he needed to go into town one day to get some ingredients. So he went to town with his manly and totally not girly at all man basket all eager to get some baking done soon that afternoon.
	He picked up flour, chocolate chips, baking soda, sugar, some sticks of butter, and milk. He came up to the cashier.
“Going to bake some cookies with Grandma Yeti I see?” Said the cashier.
“Oh yes definitely Mr. Cashier.” Responded Brian.
“Well Alright then, have fun baking, and have a safe trip!” He said as he put the ingredients in Brian's man basket and he was off.
	Brian went walking past town, going into the path back to his grandmother's house, but the afternoon was passing, so he had to get a move on. He had heard stories of the big bad wolf who ate little red riding hood, and he was afraid that the same would happen to him since he was of course the protagonist of a parody of that story. And if things weren't nerve racking enough, the sun was starting to go down, so he had to hurry.
	There were sounds of twigs cracking, and bushes shaking, Brian was being followed by someone.
“What if it was the big bad Wolf?” Brian asked himself.
“Or maybe a burglar?” He worried.
“Oh no, even worse... A burgling wolf who has a fetish for shaving things before he eats them!” Brian screamed in terror as he started running for his life.
	However, the yeti's little marathon race came to an abrupt end when he ran into a tree, clumsily not looking where he was going. The last thing he could see before he passed away was a tall dark figure, with a round belly... Could this be the end of Brian and his hair?
	Brian opened his eyes after about an hour, he looked around to see that he was on a soft cozy bed and that his man basket was still in one piece, besides him. He opened it to check for the contents and everything was in there still.
“What happened?” Brian asked himself. He got up and started looking around.
	There was a painting on a wall of a wolf, with the same round belly that he saw on the dark figure just moments before he passed out. Then he saw a name under the painting, it said “Zaix Wolf”.
“Oh no, the starving thieving barber that's going to get me is named Zaix... cool name though.”
	The wolf by that name entered the room Brian was in, and when Brian caught sight of him he stood still for a moment.
“Hey there! I hope you're alright.” Zaix said with a smile.
“...” Brian stayed silent for a moment and then started screaming and flailing his arms around like noodles.
“What's wrong? was it something I said??” Zaix said in shock.
“I'm not dying today!” Brian grabbed his manly basket and made a run for the door, he imagined in his head that he could ram into the wolf and knock him over with one strike, but he was sadly mistaken when he rammed into the wolf and got sent back by the impact to the wolf's belly.
“Please, don't rob me then shave me then eat me, I'm too young to die!” Brian said as he started crying.
“Oh no, don't worry, I don't want to eat you! I just want to be your friend.” Zaix said.
“Wait, so you're not a starving thieving barber?” Brian said.
“Nooooo, why would I be? I'm the big nice wolf!” He said with a bark.
“Ohhhh... oh, well then why does everyone say that you're the big bad wolf?” Brian asked.
“That's just a fairy tale that parents tell their kids to scare them.”
“But wait, this is a parody of that same story, so shouldn't you be mauling me to death right now?”
“Yeah but, you're not a human girl with a red hood and a girly basket, so why do I have to be mean?”
“I guess that makes sense.” Brian said nodding.
“hehe, yep.”
	Zaix tickled Brian and made him laugh, wiggling around all happy, then Brian gave him a hug, feeling very relieved. But then, Zaix's stomach growled, he was hungry.
“Sorry about that, having a hard time finding food today.”
“Aww, sorry to hear that.” Said Brian.
“You don't have to be sorry, I'll figure something out.” He said with a smile.
“I'm sure I could help you out somehow.” Brian said.
“It's fine, you should hurry over to your grandmother's, she must be worried sick about you.”
“True, she probably is.”
“Well, I'll leave you go on your way, maybe we'll meet each other again some day.” Zaix said.
	Brian started to feel a little bad inside, sure he was a wolf, and for a whole page and a half he was worried about getting eaten alive, but it turns out the wolf was harmless, and now he was hungry. So he figured to do something nice for Zaix, in return for not wanting to eat him.
“Why don't you come with me, we could bake cookies together!” Brian said eagerly.
“You sure? I don't want to be a burden.” He said.
“It's no trouble at all, come on.” Brian took Zaix's hand and went off with him to his grandmother's.
	They finally arrived and Brian stepped in with the wolf. Only to be surprised moments later when his Grandmother came out with a shot gun and a wolf fur pelt.
“... Oh my.” Said Zaix.
“Why is this wolf here?” She asked.
“Grandma, this is Zaix, the big nice wolf.” Brian said with a smile.
“No, He's dinner!” She pointed her gun at the wolf.
“Meep!” Said Zaix as he ducked for cover.
“Move over Brian, don't want to get shot too now!” She started walking over to the wolf.
“Wait, grandma, don't shoot him! He's really nice!”
“But he's the big bad wolf from Little red riding hood!”
“Yeah, but this is a parody! Meaning that the ending won't be the same as little red riding hood!”
“Hmm, that does make sense.” She said pondering to herself.
“Exactly! And if there's anything I've learned in the past 2 pages and a third, it's that I shouldn't judge thins for what they seem to be.” Said Brian.
“Okay don't start getting all mushy and moral, the story's not over yet.”
“Fine Grandma, can we just bake the cookies? I invited Zaix over to have some with us.”
“Alright fine, but he better wash his hands, and not get on the furniture.” She said.
“No problem!” Zaix said happily as he went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
“Let's get baking them.” Grandma Yeti said.
	And so, Brian, Zaix, and Grandma Yeti baked lots of cookies, and really enjoyed dinner later, Brian and Zaix cuddled with each other, even though Brian's grandmother called them names, and Brian and Zaix became great friends, and lived happily ever after! Until the next story that I write. And what was the moral to this story? If you know you're in a parody of a story, ignore what happens in it and just roll with the flow.
The end~