Red riding Hood

After reading all the different versions of Red Riding Hood in last weeks lecture I decided to have a go at my own:

Once upon a time on a busy estate lived a little girl called Red Riding Hood. Her parents grew up in the sixties, hence her somewhat strange name.
One day Red Riding Hood was sent on an errand to deliver a package to her father’s friend who lived in the building opposite. “Now take this brown envelope and make sure it gets to number 62, it is very important.” Her father stressed many times how important it was that the package found its way safely to number 62, and didn’t end up in the hands of a police officer parading the streets. So Red Riding Hood put the envelope inside her bag and off she went.
The estate was full of loud youths throwing bottles and spray painting obscenities on walls, and the old drunken tramp who sleeps on the bench nearby. However, Red Riding Hood was a brave little girl and hurried off to number 62. On her way she noticed the park across the street was empty, and couldn’t resist a go on the swings. “If I spend five minutes on the swings I’m sure daddy won’t know.” Said Red Riding Hood and so she skipped merrily towards the park. As she opened the gate of the park a stranger approached Red Riding Hood. “Hello little girl, are you going to the park?” Red Riding Hood wasn’t sure if she should talk to the man but had only been warned about policemen, and he was certainly not a man of the law. “Yes I’m going to play on the swings before I deliver this package to number 62 for my daddy.” The man smiled menacingly. “Number 62? Why that is where I live, how about you come inside my flat and I’ll give you some sweeties.” Red Riding Hood had really been looking forward to playing on the swings, but it would be rude to refuse an offer of sweeties from the old man. “Ok, but I can’t stay too long because my daddy will be waiting.” Said little Red Riding Hood as she took the man’s hand and walked with him to his flat. As they both approached the door of the flat Red Riding Hood noticed the number on the door said 68. “I thought you said you lived at number 62?” Red Riding Hood asked. But before she knew it the man put his hand over her mouth and dragged her into the flat.
Little Red Riding Hood was never seen again.