little red riding hood themselves..you walked through the forest the maple leaves crumbling under your boots the smell of lavenders coming from your basket.you were bringing food to your grandma the wind blows your hair out your face as you walk you could hear something in the distance earning your ear to twitch at the noise..

Marry had a little lamb..little lamb little lamb..

You could hear a sweet and comforting deep voice sing behind the trees of the path which ravens and squirrels lay.