INT. GRANDMOTHER’S COTTAGE - DUSK
Shutters closed. One candle. LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD (12) stands at the foot of the bed, hood still up, the basket on her arm.
In the bed, in Grandmother’s nightcap, THE WOLF holds the blanket to his chin. A claw shows at the hem.
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
Grandmother, what big eyes you have.
THE WOLF
All the better to see you with, my child.
The candle gutters. She does not come any closer.
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
Grandmother, what big teeth you have.
The blanket slides from his shoulders. He smiles.
