Little Red Riding Hood

"It's over the hill and through the woods to Grandmother's house we go. Her cottage is nestled deep inside a pastoral valley low. I over thought whist I thought out loud of the various do's and don't's and I packed a lunch fit for a queen next to all my seasoned won't's but I didn't see the grizzled wolf over the hill and through the wood so I wore a glaring bright red cloak with a scarlet coloured hood."

 I've heard her story time and again and I've always blamed the beast and cast the dear the sorry lot of a lamb too often fleeced. He had a silly grin for sure and claws that dug in deep but our red hooded heroine was no little Bo Peep. But still I can't help wonder if, despite her robust lie, it is too much for me to say she did not deserve to die.