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   The Little Red Riding Hood's father killed the wolf that had tried to eat her.   
   On their way back home, he admonished her. "You are too gullible," he said.   
   "You must exercise discretion about whom you should trust." She said, "But   
   Daddy, the wolf was    
   hungry." Her father replied, "Yes, the wolf was hungry. But that doesn't mean   
   that I'll let him eat my daughter. The world is cruel, and we have to survive.   
   If it's wolf against you, it better be you."   
      
   But the Little Red Riding Hood felt guilty over the death of the wolf. She   
   knew in her heart that there had to be a better way to live, and she tried to   
   make life better for everyone. She would take birds with broken wings in her   
   home and care for them    
   until their wings grew together and they could fly away. She picked a squirrel   
   that boys were beating and brought her home and made her a pet. She would play   
   with geese during the summer and cry when they were slaughtered in autumn.   
      
   She had long curly blond hair and giant, sensitive blue eyes. She had an   
   elegant manner and beautiful posture. She drew beautiful pictures and made   
   beautiful sculptures. She would climb trees and swim in the lake for hours,   
   lost in her thoughts.   
      
   One day she watched people beating a goat. "What are you doing?" she asked.   
   "He's the scapegoat," was the answer. "We beat him when we feel angry." "How   
   can you do that?" she shouted. "He is a living being. He feels pain just like   
   you do."   
      
   When the people left, she hugged the goat and cried. "I am so sorry," she said   
   looking into his big brown eyes, eyes full of pain and confusion. She kissed   
   him on the forehead, then all over his face, and petted him on his fur. "I   
   know, these people are    
   cruel. But you are free now. Be free and enjoy your life." The goat hobbled   
   away.   
      
   All the boys in town wanted to be with her. She was emanating warmth,   
   tenderness, softness and gentleness - a pink cloud about her that felt like   
   cherry blossoms or orchids - and while she knew she could not be with   
   everyone, she wanted to share with    
   people the beauty inside her so that they too could see what she saw and be   
   kind and joyful like her. Her parents said that she needed to toughen herself,   
   so she swam in ice-cold river, hiked long distances in the mountains, jumped   
   off of cliffs and    
   walked through brambles. And throughout all this she remained as she was:   
   Loving, compassionate, soft.   
      
   She meditated in a tree, and it came to her that all that the world needed was   
   love. She decided to test that idea by going out into the forest and finding   
   wolves. At the sight of a person they started howling; however she radiated so   
   much warmth from    
   her heart, that the wolves came to her and let her pet them. After that she   
   said, "Wolves are actually very sweet. I know how to tame them with love."   
      
   But people did not believe her, and town people saw all this with disturbance.   
   In effect, they saw someone whose very existence – whose very nature – was   
   a refutation to their worldview. So they attacked her.   
      
   She did not know how to answer these people. And although she was right - what   
   she was, was right, and what the world needed and had long needed - she   
   started to think that there was something wrong with her. So that, although   
   every man in town wanted to    
   be with her, she left the town and married the hunter in a village far away.   
   He was obviously unhappy, and she thought that she could make him happy by   
   loving him. That was a bad mistake.   
      
   He wanted her for all the wrong reasons. He saw her outer beauty, even as he   
   had no value at all for the beauty she had inside. Seeing her gentleness, he   
   thought she would be compliant and obedient. However, when he tried to make   
   her abort their infant    
   and she refused, he turned into a monster. For fifteen years he made it his   
   project to completely destroy her and wipe from the world everything for which   
   she stood. He brutalized her, tortured her emotionally, attacked everything in   
   her and even shouted    
   at her any time she laughed. The love that made it possible for her to tame   
   wolves, he saw as a threat to his project: To control everything and everyone   
   in his environment and make them believe the kind of love and beauty and   
   promise she gave to be    
   nonexistent, so that they would acquiesce to a bestial existence in which he   
   was in control.   
      
   She thought that she was responsible for what he was doing and saying. And   
   while she was willing to let him do whatever he was going to do to her, she   
   refused to let him destroy their children. So that, when he made it his   
   project to do to their children    
   what he had been doing to her - and when her children told her that they would   
   rather live in a dump than in that hell house - the Riding Hood left her   
   husband and set off on her own.   
      
   Her father was at first angry at her, but as she explained to him what had   
   happened he became more understanding. Her mother said that she had been   
   unlucky. After they saw what had happened, they said that she had gotten taken   
   advantage of because of her    
   trusting nature - and tried to tell her what she needed to do to make sure   
   that people did not take advantage of her again.   
      
   On her own, she again started painting. Her experience allowed her works to   
   have depth that they had not had before, and many people found it fascinating   
   to see her new message: Of beauty that passes through horror and retains its   
   hope, tenderness and    
   love. And while the town women were still grumbling about her, more people   
   were able to appreciate her and what she was doing.   
      
   One day a troubadour from the Never-Neverland was traveling through the   
   village. He sang sad songs about love lost, about injustice in the world,   
   about tragic fates of people in his country. She came to talk to him, and he   
   fell in love with her instantly.   
    He saw her spirit - tender, warm, gentle, caring, and unbelievably beautiful   
   - and he knew that he had discovered the most magnificent human being he'd   
   ever known. Someone who was loving, spectacular and heroic. Someone who was   
   beautiful all the way to    
   the bone and had kept that beauty alive in impossible circumstances. Who was   
   in her very being a principle of what the world can and should be.   
      
      
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