The Little Red Riding Hood's father killed the wolf that had tried to
eat her. On their way back home, he admonished her. "You are too
gullible," he said. "You must exercise discretion about whom you
should trust." She said, "But Daddy, the wolf was hungry." Her father
replied, "Yes, the wolf was hungry. But that doesn't mean that I'll
let him eat my daughter. The world is cruel, and we have to survive.
If it's wolf against you, it better be you."

But the Little Red Riding Hood felt guilty over the death of the wolf.
She knew in her heart that there had to be a better way to live, and
she tried to make life better for everyone. She would take birds with
broken wings in her home and care for them until their wings grew
together and they could fly away. She picked a squirrel that boys were
beating and brought her home and made her a pet. She would play with
geese during the summer and cry when they were slaughtered in autumn.

She had long curly blond hair and giant, sensitive blue eyes. She had
an elegant manner and beautiful posture. She drew beautiful pictures
and made beautiful sculptures. She would climb trees and swim in the
lake for hours, lost in her thoughts.