Post #4073691

Once upon a time thewe was a smol giwl named Wittwe Wed Widing Hood (◕‿◕✿). She was totes bwinging a basket of snaccs to her gwandma, uwu. "Don't stway fwom the path!" said her mama. But oh nyo~ 🐺 A big scawy wolfie appeawed! "Whewe u goin, smol bean?" he asked, vewy sneakily. "To gwandma's house, in da woods!" she said, because she was twusting and also seven. The wolfie speedwan ahead, gobbwed up gwandma (rip gwandma, u wiww be missed), and put on her wittwe bonnet. So fashion. Much disguise. Wed awwived and was wike, "gwandma... y u so big??" "The bettew to see u wif," said the wolf, doing a bad job. "and ur teef?? o.O" "THE BETTEW TO NOM U WIF!!" chomp ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ But then a buff woodcuttew burst in wif an axe, wiberated bof gwandma and Wed fwom da tummy zone (don't fink about it too hawd), and evewyone had snaccs togethew. Mowaw of da stowy: don't give ur addwess to stwange wolves on da intewnet, uwu. ✨