Little red riding hood files a police report. “So I was walking through the woods, bringing
cookies to my grandmother, and a wolf stepped onto my path. I tried to be nice but his smile was
so sharp I just couldn't seem to put myself at ease. I guess I should've known he was following
me. When I got to the cottage, I could feel something was wrong. Grandmother looked so much
different. I figured it wouldn't be polite to say anything. Then he lunged tore off his disguise and
devoured me whole I landed beside my grandmother in his stomach we held each other tight
we'd never been close before this but something about being eaten brings you together and then
the axe split through the darkness oh we were so lucky a man was there to save us and weigh the
wolf's body down with stones without a witness a woman's word means nothing.” And the police
will ask her if she knows red is a wolf’s favorite color.