Little Red Riding Wolf

This is a test story to test the ‘page parent’ function. It’ll probably remain here, for nostalgic purposes.

So, here’s the story. Feel free to post comments.

(Edit: this was created before the Giant Blog Revamp 1.0. So references to the page parent function don’t and won’t make sense anymore. ANYMORE!)

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Once upon a time, there was a Little Red Riding Wolf. It was little, red, a wolf, and it loved to ride. Like, ride a bike. Except that he rode stories. His father was also a rider like him, and his father was very successful, winning the Nobel Prize for Lit because of his ridings.

So, one day, Little Red Riding Wolf was in class, and the teacher asked him to ride a compo. So he took out his wolfskin quill, and started to ride.

The next day, the teacher returned everyone their ridings. Little Red Riding Wolf got 99/100. The comments of the teacher were: “Nice piece of writing, but spelling sucks.”

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I wrote this in five minutes and impromptu. Give comments kthx. See, I so cool, I use slang.