It was a beautiful sunny day as Little Red Riding Hood left her parents' humble cottage on the edge of the wood. How ironic, given the dark events that were to overtake her before nightfall. She shuddered and pulled her hood closely over her head.

She grasped her special magic cup of tea, with its amazing levitating saucer, which she was going to take to her close friend Jack, whose beanstalk was admired throughout the land. "Isn't it lucky," she thought to herself, "that there are no such things as Werewolves any more." And so she set off.

And so she sang, 'ti-tum-ti-tum-ti-tum... tum-diddly-dum', galloping gaily along the path towards the woods. But what was that?! A rustling in the bushes.

"Good gracious! What a coincidence!" she thought, for as she leant forward, she realised the dishevelled figure before her was the very Jack she was off to visit! Perhaps, she thought, she could revive him somehow?

Shame there wasn't any moonlight. Sadly the moon had been completely obliterated, never to return to its rightful place in the sky, by Comet Kamikaze back in the early days of the Lunic War. But suddenly, just as she drew close to the shadowy mass, the first of a series of portentous shrieks pierced the silence.