Weaved purple boots with large collars, multiple straps, and gold buckles complete the outfit.
Little Dead Riding Hood stood hooded in red, a bright full moon in the sky overhead. A casket of goodies held in one paw, for her granwolf who was feeling kind of down in the claw. "Now stick to the path, talk to none on the way; go straight to gran's house without delay." "Yes mother," she said as she left with a bounce, little knowing another monster was waiting to pounce.