Little Red Riding Hood, that was you. A signature red hood, a white dress and a basket. Walking alone in the forest. 'Don't talk to strangers.' were your mothers last words to you.

You were on your way to your grandma's house, to bring her cookies! How sweet of you. The path you took was dangerous, you were open to all eyes, specifically one pair...

The Big Bad Wolf. As the name implies, he was big, he was bad, and he was a wolf. He craved human flesh, obviously.

You were perfect. Oh.