The Surprising Tale of Aunt Mathilda

One day, a little girl called Sophie, who lived in a cottage in the woods with her mother said to her mother, “I’d like to go and see Aunt Mathilda. Have you anything I can take her?”.

And so Sophie’s mother gave her lots of nice things to take to her Aunt Mathilda, like chocolate cake and lemonade, and she put them all into a big whicker basket.

And then, picking up the basket by the handle, Sophie set off through the forest to her Aunt’s house.

As she was skipping along through the forest, however, Sophie met a wolf.

“Where are you going little girl?”, asked the wolf.

“Why, to see my Aunt Mathilda”, replied the little girl, innocently, “And to take her all these nice things here in my basket”.

Hearing this, the wicked wolf had a cunning idea.

“If I hide in that little girls basket”, it thought, “She’ll take me to her Aunt Mathilda’s house and then I can eat her and her dear old Aunt”.

And, rubbing its furry hands together with glee and cackling at its own ingenuity, the wolf then distracted the little girl’s attention by pointing into the distance and shouting, “Look over there! Isn’t that someone famous?”.

And, while the little girls back was turned, the wolf emptied out the contents of her basket, dumping them behind a tree before climbing into the basket himself.

Sophie scratched her pretty blonde head, “I don’t see anyone”, she said.

But then, looking round about, she couldn’t see the wolf either and so, picking up her basket again, she continued on her way to her Aunt Mathilda’s house.

She noticed that her basket seemed a lot heavier than before but, fortunately, Sophie worked out; lifting weights and going to her local gym regularly and so she was a very strong little girl.

When she got to her Aunt Mathlda’s house, which was made of marzipan and gingerbread and all kinds of yummy sweet things, she knocked on the door and her Aunt Mathilda said, “Please come in my dear”.

Then, opening the door, Sophie went into the house dragging the whicker basket  behind her, saying to her Aunt, “Oh Auntie, just wait till you see the wonderful food I’ve brought you”.

And, hearing this the wolf who was curled up in the basket cackled again.

“Hee-hee-hee”, he said, “Just wait till she opens this basket. Her and her dear old Aunt are in for the shock of their lives”.

And then little Sophie did just that, undoing the catch on the whicker basket and flipping open its lid and, as she did so, the wicked wolf leapt up out of the basket just like a jack in the box, snarling and growling and bearing its sharp teeth ready to pounce upon them.

But then, suddenly, looking at Aunt Mathilda, the wolf let out a terrible scream.

For, infront of him and towering over him, stood a giant, monstrous  Ant dressed as an old lady in a long skirted, victorian dress with a bonnet on her head and a shawl around her shoulders.

And, using her giant, powerful, snipping  ant mandibles, Aunt Mathilda then proceeded to eat up the wolf, biting off its hairy, screaming head.

“Mmm-yumm. Delicious!”, said Aunt Mathilda when she had finished eating up the wolf, wiping her mandibles clean with a napkin, “How ever did you know, my dear? Wolf is my favourite”.