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LITTLE RED HOOD & THE WOLF - A MODERN STORY OF OUR TIMES

Once upon a time Little Red Riding Hood met the Wolf. The Wolf was masked as a Sheep and Little Red Riding Hood,

who never met a Sheep before (or a Wolf) could not recognise the difference between a Sheep and a Wolf.


The Sheep was very sweet with her and Little Red Riding Hood found the sheep adorable and she fell in love with him immediately as Little Red Riding Hood generally do being very naive and needy of love and attention.


Little Red Riding Hood was very loving and caring, and loved the Sheep fragility and the unconditional love the Sheep showed her at the beginning; later in the years, Little Red Riding Hood fall in love and learned to accept all the character defects of the Sheep, including his older age, his unawareness and the inability to to self reflect and his disproportionate reactions when he was pointed out some drawbacks.


During that period little Red Riding Hood thought and wanted to believe that the Sheep was sweet and that the Sheep wanted the best for her as much as Little Red Riding Hood wanted the best for the Sheep.


One day the Wolf was too stressed to get dressed as a Sheep and didn't bother, he went to the kitchen without his costume and Little Red Riding Hood saw him in the kitchen making breakfast and got really scared and went to the bedroom to call the Sheep to be helped because there was a strange creature in the kitchen (Little Red Riding Hood had never met a Wolf even by then).


Obviously the Sheep was not in the bedroom so Little Red Riding Hood went back to the kitchen to face the Wolf on her own (Little Red Riding Hood was really brave and courageous when needed and managed to be independent even if during the relationship with the Sheep she slowly became really childish and dependent having lost gradually her self-esteem and regressed to a child behaviour due to the behaviour of the Sheep).


She asked the Wolf: "Who are you and what are you doing in my kitchen?" and the Wolf, even if knew he was undressed said: "What? I am you lovely Sheep, don't you recognise me?".


Little Red Riding Hood tried to have a discussion with the Wolf and made him realise that he was actually a Wolf but the Wolf turned the argument against Little Red Riding Hood who took all the blame and apologised for her bad manners in addressing the Wolf so much, that after so many of those discussions, became really confused and started to believe she was the cause of all her difficulties in communication with the Sheep (and the Wolf) and cognitive dissonance, hopelessness and a subconscious desire to die became her only companions.


During those years, the weather changed and F.O.G descended in the valley and Little Riding Hood started to feel Fearful since since the Sheep was more and more frequently behaving like a Wolf (which are notoriously egoist, passive aggressive and, in a word, a nasty piece of work especially when questioned on their behaviour), she also felt as sense of Obligation towards the Sheep and incredibly Guilty to leave the Sheep who was always playing the victim and blaming Little Red Riding Hood of being unloving, without compassion and wishing the Sheep to be dead (all things, she later discovered, which were projections into her of the Wolf thinking, being the Wolf unable to own his own drawbacks: he secretly believe he was a perfect being and far superior to everyone including Little Red Riding Hood).


Little Red Riding Hood believed at the Wolf's lie because she wanted so much to carry on loving and be loved by the Sheep. She had a dream which became a bare illusion. The Sheep never changed and with time she forgot to dress as a Sheep more and more often and Little Red Riding Hood accepted she was living with a Wolf and that the Sheep was just an illusion and never really existed.


However one day Little Red Riding Hood decided that she didn't want to live with the Wolf any longer and left. The Wolf got really angry and it seemed he transformed all his anger into self-hate.


When he died we are not sure if Little Red Riding Hood went to his funeral but for sure she thanked God for his mercy of ending the long term suffering of the Wolf who had a terrible childhood and was too egoist to face the pain of his trauma wounds.

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