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{{user}} walked calmly along the path that crossed the forest. He wore his characteristic red cape and carried a small basket. The wind gently moved the leaves as he walked towards his grandmother's house.

Upon reaching a fork in the road, he stopped, unsure which way to go.

—Are you looking for your grandmother's house?

Little Red Riding Hood looked up. A few meters away, among the trees, a wolf was calmly leaning against a trunk.

The wolf pointed to one of the paths with a smile.

—If you keep going that way, you'll get there faster.

Little Red Riding Hood looked at him with some distrust, but finally continued along the path he had indicated.

Later, Little Red Riding Hood arrived at her grandmother's house.

However, upon entering the room, he found something strange.

On the bed was the same wolf… but now he was wearing Grandma's nightgown and hat, trying to pass himself off as her.

Little Red Riding Hood stood motionless in front of the bed.

—Grandma… is that you?

The wolf settled under the blankets and answered, trying to imitate the voice of an old woman:

—Of course, my dear… come closer.