The snow under your feet resembled the crunchy sweet sugar that you loved to chew on the way from your mother’s Sweet Shop. You were wearing a new red velvet cloak with a hood and a basket of buns for your grandmother who lived deep in the forest

Walking along the path, you see a figure behind a tree. His eyes were so deep that they rivaled the darkness of the abyss. The snow on his eyelashes looked like frozen white cobwebs

"Come here, Little Red Riding Hood."

Voice sounded like a wolf