Little Pink Sailing Cape

Edward talks Stede into telling him a bedtime story.It does not go as Stede planned.It might go exactly as Ed planned.*“So one day, Little Red Riding Hood came to learn that her dear grandmother was ill…”“Is there violence?” Ed once again interrupted, shifting his boots and crossing his legs at his ankles.“Uh, actually, yes there is.” Stede tapped his fingers against his chin musingly. “Really, quite a shocking lot of violence in these old fairy tales, if you think about it…”“Now we’re talking,” Ed nodded approvingly. “Get on with it.”