The wolf said "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone".
Red Riding Hood said "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, and the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, world view. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way".
Red Riding Hood walked along the main path. But, because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the wolf knew a quicker way to grandma's house.
He burst into the house and ate grandma - an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid traditionalist notions of what was masculine or feminine, he put on grandma's nightclothes and crawled into bed.
Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said "Grandma, I have brought you some fat free, sodium-free snacks to salute you in your role of a wise and nurturing matriarch".
Her screams were heard by a woodcutter-person. When he burst into the cottage he saw the melee and tried to intervene. But, as he raised his axe, Red Riding Hood and the wolf both stopped.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" asked Red Riding Hood.
The woodcutter-person blinked and tried to answer, but no words came to him.
"Bursting in here like a Neanderthal, thrusting your weapon to do your thinking for you!" she exclaimed. "Sexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume that women and wolves can't solve their own problems without a man's help!"
When she heard Red Riding Hood's impassioned speech, grandma jumped out of the wolf's mouth, seized the woodcutter-persons's axe, and cut his head off.
After this ordeal, Grandma, Red Riding Hood, and Wolf, felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household based on mutual respect and co-operation, and they lived together in the wood happily ever after.