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"So, one of the problems of fairy tales is that they are sometimes contradictory in the messages they try to teach," Cindy said, as students filed into the Danger Shop, set up to look like a vast forest with a single path winding through the middle. "Some of them try to tell you that so long as you follow the rules and work hard, everything will be okay. Others make a point of life's unfairness, where people even decent people get the short end of the stick and children die for getting dirty. While most of them stress how important it is to be kind to those you meet, no matter how lowly or common they appear to be, some show how easily kindness can be repaid by cruelty. Sure, most of those usually end with the bad guys getting their comeuppance, but most of those endings seem tacked on at the last minute. It's the suffering that gets most of the attention."

Of course, part of that could be blamed on sheer human nature and what people found most interesting to hear about, but that was a lecture for a different day.

"So, today, we're going to experiment with the arbitrary nature of fairy tales," Cindy continued, and please ignore that little grin she can't quite get rid of. "Your job is to deliver this basket--" and with the click of a button, there were a stack of picnic baskets by her feet "--through the woods to Grandmother's house. Stay on the path and don't forget--" She clicked another button and stopped biting back the grin. "--Your little red hood."

[Many thanks to

furnaceface for helping me iron out the OCD!]

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Once you've either retrieved your basket or got away from Baba Yaga, it's a straight shot to Grandmother's cottage. You tap on the door and go inside to find Grandmother! (http://www.racheshop.de/product_images/images/big/117675_halloween-karneval-kostuem_big.jpg)

...Oh. There's an image that will linger.

Little red hood or no, you quickly realize that that is not Grandmother, but a wolf in disguise! Fight him or trick him to get away!

"Really?" Chloe grumbled. "Really?"

She had been spending too much time with Derek because this sight made her offended on behalf of all werewolves everywhere. She would also probably not get the wrongness out of her brain for quite a bit.

She was going to throw her hood at his face and hope it tangled him up enough so that she could get away.

Raven opted not to fight (shockingly). Her version of "trick" was to take some of the wolf's aggression into herself, and then teleport away before she ended up growling right back at him.

... Dammit. Dammit!

It wasn't that Warren was worried that he was going to get eviscerated by the Big Bad, or anything. Hell, he could more than handle himself. But he'd made it here! The basket was delivered, and only slightly soggy, and now there was a wolf?

Mild-Mannered Mutant or not, Warren had had it, and the wolf was being rewarded for his cross-dressing and laying in wait with a seriously hard smack on the nose with a very large wing.

The basket was one sandwich lighter, but Cally had made it to Grandmother's house without getting eaten!

~~Somewhere, Avon was quietly amazed, which he expressed by twitching one eyebrow then looking faintly disgusted that the process involved fox-snuggling.~~

"I don't suppose you'd like a sandwich?" Cally asked the wolf. "There's peanut butter and jam or pastrami left."

The wolf would like a sandwich, yes. And the basket, and Cally's hand, and the rest of her, none of which was on offer, thank you.

"Well, if you're going to be that way..." She bashed him hard on the nose with the basket, then ran outside and climbed a tree to get away.

"I was going to share the strawberry tarts as well, you know," she called down to the growling animal on the forest floor, before shrugging and tucking into the goodies herself.

Claudia? Not so much surprised.

"Dude, old lady muumuu, not a good look on you." She still had the sticks she used to get the fox out of the trap, so she held them up to keep the wolf back before making a break for the door.

Yeah, Firekeeper and Blind Seer were just going to stare. A wolf wearing human clothes was one thing when that wolf happened to be human shaped, but this was ridiculous.

"What," Firekeeper said slowly, and in ~~Pellish~~ English because that's what all the creatures in this simulation seemed to speak, "is you doing?"

The wolf in the nightgown looked at her. He looked at the other, non-pajama-wearing wolf. He very wisely made the decision to bolt for the door.

Like she hadn't seen this coming. Mercy saluted the wolf, slammed the door in its face, and took off like a shot. Hey, in coyote form she could outrun even an enraged werewolf, which moved much faster than a regular wolf. Surely with a head start she could lose him in the forest!

Well, there had already been a few talking animals so far, so Squall just assumed this was Grandmother.

Up until the wolf attacked, that was.

When he woke up this morning, Squall never imagined that killing a wolf using only a picnic basket would be on his agenda for today. But, whatever.

Alex really wished he'd brought his sword. Oh, well, he had the picnic basket, which he didn't think would make a great bludgeon, and he also had his powers.

Within seconds the wolf was cowering and slinking away as a glowing-eyed Alex chased it off.

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