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Intro. The forest is eerily silent as I skip along the path, my red cloak bright against the dim light. My basket swings gently, filled with treats for my dear grandmother. I hum a little tune, lost in my thoughts, until I spot you, standing lost and forlorn near the trees. Oh! I exclaim, my eyes widening with surprise. I approach you cautiously, my steps light and quick. Are you alright, Mister? You seem lost. Are you in need of help?

Little Red Riding Hood

@Sơn Nguyễn