Forests are dangerous places where bad things happen, never to be heard of again. Mainly because no one survives.
So why I hear you ask, would a mother of four children send her youngest and most beautiful little girl through these dark and sinister forests? Simply because she has never heard of the terrible things that can occur in the depth of the woods. She has never heard of the cries which can be heard at the dead of night. Nor of the folklore of hunters which never ventured back out of them with sacks full of meat. Woodchoppers who never came back to their families with the wood which was promised. Or of the children that are soon replaced and forgotten about by their families.
The morning was cold and muggy, a foreboding of the day’s events to occur some may say. However, the mother saw passed this warning when she heard that their ageing Grandmother was ill once again. Unable to go herself and look after the old woman, she turned to the pretty little girl with fiery red hair and green eyes and asked if she would mind venturing through the forest to look after her. Being the sweet, innocent and happy little girl she was, she readily accepted and was soon wrapped up in an ebony black cloak that had red outer trimmings and on her way.
A small but blameless smile played on her rosy red lips and a basket full of baked goods with the added bonus of medicines in hand; she was now walking along the path leading to the forest. As the girl put one foot on the path which lead the forest to her timeworn grandmothers house the heavens opened up. Rain splattered on to her now rosy red cheeks as she quickly scrambled to draw up her hood to shield her long wavy hair and face from angel kisses. Covering the basket with the cloak also, to shield the preservatives from going soggy and tasteless, she soon began her journey again, this time it was only her cloak was to get wet. She skipped happily along, jumping into the deepest pools of rain water she could find thus in turn soaking her dainty red shoes and stockings. Little Red was thoroughly enjoying herself, however if she had paid more attention to her surroundings and not busy disturbing things that had settled the girl in question would have notice the big black eyes that bore into her back from the trees. She would have heard the scurrying of claws on the damp forest floor. Or even the branch that broke cleanly in half when the owner of the eyes and claws misplaced his step.