Winter wind blows

Winter snow falls

Little Red Riding Hood happily scurries home

She drinks her hot chocolate

And runs off to bed

When suddenly—

“Knock knock little girl”—

Says a voice, and its not one that’s in her head.

In walks her grandmother—

But wait, she’s different

Her face—her hair—her smile—

The grandmother she knows and loves now resembles

A hideous monster who dines on doves and it makes her tremble.

The sweet pie held in this creature’s hands does not disguise the truth

A wolf is standing before her, and it’s not her Grandma Ruth.

With fear in her eyes Little Red begins to squeal

The wolf charges towards her with dust beneath its heels.