Little Red Riding Hood

Many years ago in a town not far from here, a young girl decided to visit her grandmother. She put some homemade muffins in a basket and grabbed her bright red hood and walked out the door. Into the forest she walked and walked. The twisty trail went around and around, weaving throughout the trees. She walked and skipped and ran and jogged, on her way to her grandmother's house.

"You need to be careful out here," a raspy voice said from right behind the bushes that are scattered across the forest floor, "there are wolves in these woods." The little girl in her bright red hood turned around, shocked to hear anything but the rustling of the leaves under her feet. "Did you hear me? Be careful," the voice continued, "I'll keep you company, I'll make sure you're safe." The child was uneasy at the thought of someone she couldn't see watching her, but she kept on walking. "I'm going to my grandma's house," the girl replied to the voice. She kept on walking. 

"Did you say there were wolves in these woods? I've never seen any," the little girl said, trying to learn more about this voice and who, or what, was behind it. "You will one day, child, one day," the voice replied. "Tell me about your grandmother," the voice said, "what does she like to do?" "She likes to bake," the girl said, "She makes cookies and cakes and pies and muffins." "Wonderful," the voice said with a growl. The little girl in the bright red hood was startled again to hear something running, an animal, coming from right behind the bushes that are scattered across the forest floor. The child shook it off as nothing, and carried on her way.

The girl arrived at her grandmothers house, delighted to smell the familiar scent of cookies in the oven. She knocked on the door and pushed her way in, surprised to find that the house had been ransacked, completely turned over. "Grandma! Where are you? Are you okay?" the little girl screamed out. She looked all over for her grandmother, but all she found was her apron, ripped apart with little red blotches on it, and the same little red blotches all across the kitchen, leading out the door and into the woods. 

So where is she? Ask the wolves.