There once lived a little girl. One day, her mother made her a little red riding hood, but then threw it into the fireplace because nothing lasts forever.
On another occasion, the mother made a cake for the little girl to deliver to her grandmother, but the mother ate it all.
Nevertheless, the little girl set out to see her grandmother.
Along the way, she encountered a wolf who asked for her identification.
The wolf matched the picture to her face and asked her where she was going.
The girl said, “I am going to my grandmother’s house, the second house in the upcoming village going east.”
He wanted to eat her right away, but the supervisor was on her way from break, and he preferred to not lose his job.
He ate her anyway.
Shortly after, the wolf arrived at the grandmother’s house, but nobody was inside because we can’t always have a pleasing resolution to a story. That’s life.