Since I was a little kid, the story of the Little Red Ridding Hood never made sense to me. This duel between good and evil seemed warped somehow. In my child eyes, Red was never that good and nice and the wolf seemed more of a victim than and evil mastermind. But what bothered me the most was the hunter showing up at the end with no previous introduction and saving the day. Only when I became a father of a girl and read the story again and again, it all made sense. Then, I became the hunter.