There was a little red riding hood who got lost in the forest once..
She has never met a wolf, only falcons,
the birds of prey were flying over her head
interrupting her dreams and crashing her world with untold stories.
She tried to catch one of them, with patchy feathers.
He has bitten her and flew away,
Red drops of blood has fallen on the green moss...
And little red riding hood suddenly discovered that now she has wings of her own.