There was once a little girl named Little Red Riding Hood (for obvious reasons). One day, she had gotten wind that her grandmother was sick. So she skips off to her granny's house with a get-well-soon basket. She found her granny lying in bed. But something was off. Her granny never had such a long nose, or sharp teeth, either. It was a wolf! Little Red dropped her basket and fled as the wolf gave chase. A hunter heard her cries and quickly shot the wolf. They found granny safe and sound inside the wolf's stomach. And it was good.