I can see why grandmother doesn''t want to move out of the woods, the woman thought as she basked in the tranquil atmosphere of the forest.


    I wonder if he built a house for his family, just like grandfather?


    I usually never meet anyone on the way to grandmother''s house, so I guess I''m just not used to it.


    Am I imagining a tinge of red on his cheeks?


    Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel."Safe travels," the woodcutter said with a smile as he walked past Little Red.


    "Oh, and make sure you get back home before dark, there are beasts prowling around here lately, but you should be fine if you make it out of the woods while the sun''s up."


    Is she outside? Little Red wondered.