Your mother has sent you out with a basket of food for your grandmother, with strict instructions not to go through the woods – she doesn't think they're safe for you...
You're wearing your favorite red cloak, and you feel ready to face anything as you stride through the sunlit meadow.
There are several ways you can get to your grandmother's house. What path do you follow?
[[Through the woods.]]
[[Along the river.]]
[[Turn around and head home.]]Wind whistles through the trees' bare branches. The sun still appears to be shining brightly, but the woods somehow feel colder than your meadow – and darker too.
You heft the basket and quicken your pace. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you see something moving in the woods to your right.
[[You stop to investigate.]]
[[You stay on the path and keep walking.]]
You follow the river, its twists and turns. After what feels like hardly any time at all, you see your grandmother's house in the distance, its chimney gently puffing smoke.
You knock gently at the door. "Come in, dear!" you hear your grandmother say in an oddly raspy voice.
(You hesitate imperceptibly. Your grandmother never calls you "dear.")
[[You enter.]]
"What are you doing?" your mother shouts. "You're supposed to be heading to your grandmother's! She'll be wondering where you are."
[[Head back out.->A Basket for Grandmother]] You walk slowly towards the rustling copse of trees. "Who's there?" you shout, more bravely than you feel.
The rustling stops. "Well, hello there, little one," a raspy voice utters, as its owner, a cloaked figure, emerges from behind the trees. "Where are you headed with that basket?"
[["My grandmother's house," you say primly.]] You're intrigued by this cloaked stranger.
[[You turn around and run.->You stay on the path and keep walking.]] Your mother told you never to talk to strangers, and especially not in the woods.You follow the path through the woods, walking quickly, basket banging at your shins. After what feels like forever, you see your grandmother's house in the distance, its chimney gently puffing smoke.
You knock gently at the door. "Come in, dear!" you hear your grandmother say in an oddly raspy voice.
(You hesitate imperceptibly. Your grandmother never calls you "dear.")
[[You enter.]]You see your grandmother sitting at her table in shadow, and you hand her your basket. "Hello, dear," she says brightly, in that same raspy voice. "Thank you for bringing this to me!" You can't make out her face, but her pointed teeth gleam as she talks.
She turns from you and rummages around in the basket, pulling out a fresh loaf of bread. "What do you say we tuck into this with a nice cup of tea? Now, where did I leave that bread knife..."
You notice it on the countertop behind her.
(text-style:"blur")[You reach for the knife.]