Little Red-Photon-Reflecting
Riding Hood
One morning Little Red-Photon-Reflecting Riding Hood awoke. She rubbed her eyes and slunk downstairs where here mother awaited her with a plate of breakfast.
"Good morning, Li'l R. How did you sleep?" her mother inquired as she busied herself with serving Red.
"Quite fine, thank you, although, I had the strangest dream. There was this guy wearing glasses, Mr. Brügge I think they called him, talking about electricity and magnetism, but there was this weird music playing. It sounded something like 'When the lights go out in Georgia or something weird like that." Red muttered around a mouthful.
"Oh, Li'l Red I need you to take this basket of bread to your grandmothers. Be sure not to wear a shirt that absorbs all photons, its is about 35 degrees Celsius out there, so you'll get rather warm. I have work to do upstairs, but I already put the kettle on in case you would like some tea in a bit. But remember when you leave, DO NOT leave the path." without another word her mother, Big Red-Photon-Reflecting Riding Hood, whisked away upstairs.
"I do suppose I shall have some tea before I depart." Red said to herself, watching the thermometer go up as the water got hotter. Beginning to get bored, Red began to calculate the boiling point of water in Celsius. If they were at about 1756 meters above sea level, then the boiling point would only be 94 degrees Celsius. Sure enough, the water began to bubble as the thermometer closed in on 94.
After some tea, Little Red-Photon-Reflecting Riding Hood left for her grandmothers. "If I am now walking at 1.4m/s, the average speed of eighth graders, then I could get there twice as fast by increasing my speed by 100%, and going 2.8m/s. So off she skipped at 2.8m/s. Just then she saw some blue-photon-reflecting berries a ways into the forest and began to head off in their direction. Before she knew it, she was lost deep in the forest.
"O now what am I to d- WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?!" she exclaimed, spinning around. She did not see the root. Suddenly, she was on the ground, the basket of bread accelerating at 9.8m/s/s after being tossed in the air. Thanks to air resistance, Red was able to catch it before it hit the ground.
"Good day, Little Red-Photon-Reflecting Riding Hood. And where might you be headed off to on such a fine day as this?" a pleasant, polite voice sounded from behind her. Red spun around to find a wolf lounging at a tree twenty meters from her.
"Why, to my grandmother's, of course." And without further ado, talkative Red described the house's location.
After listening with rapt attention, the wolf replied, "All very well, but why don't you take a little break. Here, you can have this bouncy-ball. Mr. Brügge gave it to me quite some time ago. It was one of his favorite toys." Red took the present without even questioning who Mr. Brügge was, though she couldn't shake off the feeling that she had heard the name before. Before she knew it, she was lost trying to calculate the kinetic energy of the bouncy ball.
The wolf dashed off to the location of the Grandmother's house. Upon arriving, he threw open the door and jumped in. The wolf's sudden appearance, combined with the loud noise of the door banging open then closed, was enough to make any little old lady faint. Soon the lady was stashed in the closet, and the wolf was sliding into the coverers wearing the grandmother's clothes. Now all he had to do was wait.
A little while later, after judging the bouncy-ball's kinetic energy, Little Red-Photon-Reflecting Riding Hood came skipping up to the house. Admiring the door, she instantly classified it as a second-class lever, as the resistance was in the middle and the fulcrum and effort were at the ends. She entered to find her Grandmother's cap just sticking out from under the covers. "Grandmother! It's Little Red-Photon-Reflecting Riding Hood. I've brought you some bread."
"Very sweet of you, dear." A strangely forced voice came from beneath the covers. "Why don't you just come over and let me get a better look at my little granddaughter?"
Red shuffled over to the bedside. The wolf slid out from the covers and grinned.
"My, what bright, all-photon-reflecting teeth you have! Not a trace of reflected yellow photons." Red commented politely.
Just then the wolf jumped from the bed and lunged at her. "The better to devour you with!" he exclaimed, a hungry glint in his eyes. Red, however, quickly stepped aside so as not to get caught. The wolf bashed into all kinds of furniture. Red kicked the wolf squarely in the ribs and sent him flying through the second-class lever and he landed on the path outside the door. Someone had heard the commotion, because a short man came hurrying down the path and stopped about 250 meters away. He took a gun and shot just as the sun glinted off his large glasses. About 0.66 seconds later, they heard the bang of the gunshot. However, he missed, but then the wolf started to whimper. Then the man hurried over. He looked strangely familiar to Red.
"Sorry. He's my daughter's, but I stole him from her years ago for my science classes, but shh don't tell her. Anyway, I'll take him now and put him away in my cabinet where I keep my other demo toys." And without another word the strange man hurried off with the wolf.
Little Red-Photon-Reflecting Riding Hood went inside and brought her Grandmother back to consciousness. They enjoyed the rest of the afternoon eating the bread Red had brought.
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