“Let’s Walk Through the Woods, as long as the wolf is not there…” And if finally, the story had been told wrongly… And if the Big Bad Wolf was nothing but a rider in a leather jacket, on a road trip, “Easy Rider” way, in search of freedom, lost on the country roads, in the middle of a forest…. And that garndmother was none other than his old motorcycle… The Little Red Riding Hood only an imaginary Grail… We would have been lied to? Or we would have picked up too many mushrooms in the woods… It’s up to you to write your version of this tale…
