I was in the middle of nowhere, felt like a forest with oak trees blinding the sunshine from above, where I met little red riding hood. I couldn’t see her face but I knew it was she. There was a flat stone plate where we were making apple pies, no idea where we got the pastry though. Little red riding hood was being wicked or it was her home made tradition, I found her picking up small stones from the mud and putting them as the pie filling.
Was I in the story of Shrek? My first encounter with a fairy tale character came a little bit too late.