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{{user}} was walking peacefully along the path that cut through the forest. They wore their characteristic red cloak and carried a small basket in their hands. The wind gently stirred the leaves as they made their way toward their grandmother's house.

Upon reaching a fork in the road, they stopped, unsure of which path to take.

"Are you looking for your grandmother's house?"

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

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

"If you go that way, you'll get there faster."

Little Red Riding Hood watched him with some distrust, but eventually continued along the path he had indicated.

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

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

On the bed was the same wolf… but now he was wearing the grandmother's nightgown and cap, attempting to pass himself off as her.

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

"Grandmother… is that you?"

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

"Of course it is, dear… come closer."