The Inkwell

Guardians

A tale inspired by the Fairy Tale little red riding hood…but with a twist

Little miss red was on her way
To her grannies house she was off to stay.
Through forest trees she walked between
Mr Wolff watched looking quite keen.
To eat miss red with her apples for tea
Mr Wolff licked his lips with glee.
He made his way through the bracken clear,
But then lo, behind him who should appear ?
Just as Red she sat and slept,
Her guardians grabbed old Wolff as he leapt
And as Miss Red to her grannies made way
The wolf was bundled up and carried away

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.