One girl crept along trying to figure out the true identity of one of her fellow children. She espied Little Red Riding Hood hiding in a barn, and heard her lamenting the loss of her newly found friend from another world, Tiny Tim. She heard how they had been able to PM with each other, and how they could have decided together how to ask insightful questions. Then she saw Little Red Riding Hood leave a message for the mods in her basket, and she wondered what the mods would answer, because although she couldn't read the message, it seemed like a good idea to get more info.
While she was spying on Little Red Riding Hood, and waiting for the answer to her question, this girl sensed a dark shape suddenly emerging, and all her bravado she had suddenly vanished, and in its place was a deep dark fear. She closed her eyes and hid as best she could, hoping that she was not noticed. After what seemed like days of waiting, the sun started to dawn, and she felt safe to get up. When she did, she noticed that Little Red Riding Hood's basket was gone, and the question unanswered. Little Red Riding Hood was not gone though, she was still there lying there like this:
That's right. Little Red Riding Hood was dead. All this girl could think of was the only death possible for the girl, death by wolves! She ran home and was not sure what to think of this crazy world anymore.