ред райдінг шапочка
ну і нарешті червона шапочка - АНГЛІЙСЬКОЮ (перекладачку siamma слід вітати з дебютом у жж - у неї сьогодні з'явився перший допис в журналі - саме цей переклад)
Little Red Riding Hood was called Little Red Riding Hood not because she liked to wear her little red riding hood.
Apart from wearing a red riding hood in the fall, she also wore a red hat in winter, a red bonnet in spring and a red handkerchief in summer. She even put on red bandanna sometimes.
She was a burning brunette and she loved red.
Besides she didn’t give a damn what people called her. Riding Hood, Jacket, pants - who cares?
She was particularly keen on promenading in the Woods, snooping on the Wolf and then provoking him.
She always carried a basket with pies for her Granny, who never actually ate them, since she was on a diet.
She always took different sinuous paths, as if trying to find the shortest way to the Granny’s crib.
She always rejected the Hunter, whose righteousness and positiveness exasperated her a to no end.
Little Red Riding Hood loved the Wolf for his brutality, effrontery and beastly behaviour.
Notwithstanding the fact that the Wolf was ignoring her so he would not get in trouble with the Hunter, she was relentlessly looking for a chance to seduce the Wolf.
The Wolf was hiding in the bushes and was trying to fancy a little sheep or, at least, an innocent shepherdess.
But Little Red Riding Hood couldn’t care less about his desires.
One day she put all her red underwear in a basket, told her Mom that she was moving, said farewell to Granny, slapped Hunter in the face and moved in to the Wolf’s den.
First he was trying to escape, trying to convince her that they did not match.
But Little Red Riding Hood knew exactly what and who she wanted.
While he was grudging and attempting to run away, she was scratching behind his ears and gnawing at his nose.
Finally the Wolf yielded.
And they lived happily ever after.
Little Red Riding Hood simply ignored the accusations of bestiality, since the Wolf was a brutal brunette with beastly behaviour, but whom she twisted around her little finger with a red-painted nail.
Of course he had to growl at her occasionally, so she didn’t run away. But on the whole they lived happily ever after.
Little Red Riding Hood was called Little Red Riding Hood not because she liked to wear her little red riding hood.
Apart from wearing a red riding hood in the fall, she also wore a red hat in winter, a red bonnet in spring and a red handkerchief in summer. She even put on red bandanna sometimes.
She was a burning brunette and she loved red.
Besides she didn’t give a damn what people called her. Riding Hood, Jacket, pants - who cares?
She was particularly keen on promenading in the Woods, snooping on the Wolf and then provoking him.
She always carried a basket with pies for her Granny, who never actually ate them, since she was on a diet.
She always took different sinuous paths, as if trying to find the shortest way to the Granny’s crib.
She always rejected the Hunter, whose righteousness and positiveness exasperated her a to no end.
Little Red Riding Hood loved the Wolf for his brutality, effrontery and beastly behaviour.
Notwithstanding the fact that the Wolf was ignoring her so he would not get in trouble with the Hunter, she was relentlessly looking for a chance to seduce the Wolf.
The Wolf was hiding in the bushes and was trying to fancy a little sheep or, at least, an innocent shepherdess.
But Little Red Riding Hood couldn’t care less about his desires.
One day she put all her red underwear in a basket, told her Mom that she was moving, said farewell to Granny, slapped Hunter in the face and moved in to the Wolf’s den.
First he was trying to escape, trying to convince her that they did not match.
But Little Red Riding Hood knew exactly what and who she wanted.
While he was grudging and attempting to run away, she was scratching behind his ears and gnawing at his nose.
Finally the Wolf yielded.
And they lived happily ever after.
Little Red Riding Hood simply ignored the accusations of bestiality, since the Wolf was a brutal brunette with beastly behaviour, but whom she twisted around her little finger with a red-painted nail.
Of course he had to growl at her occasionally, so she didn’t run away. But on the whole they lived happily ever after.