Red Riding Hood

A young doe in a red hooded cloak waits amid a quiet forest clearing, basket close at hand and ears perked for what the woods might bring. There’s a polite brightness to her, the kind that comes from being raised to say “good morning” even to strangers on the path. She doesn’t seem frightened by the deep woods—just careful in the way a well-told story teaches—mindful of wolves, but still eager to deliver sweets and greetings where they’re needed. In her presence, the forest feels less like a place of danger and more like an adventure wrapped in manners and curiosity.