RED RIDING HOOD AND THE WOLF
And after they ate the grandmother’s meat and drank her blood:
– Where shall I put my apron?
– Throw it in the fire, you’ll need it no longer.
– Where shall I put my blouse?
– Throw it in the fire, you’ll need it no longer.
– Where shall I put my skirt?
– Throw it in the fire, you’ll need it no longer.
Where shall I put my skin?
Where shall I put my muscles?
Where shall I put my organs?
Do you love me now?
– Leave me alone.
Love me. Love me.
I’ll never walk out on you.