Thank you for reminding me.

good story

Thank you for the reminder

Here - this is truly beautiful. I'm sure you will adore it.

https://pkubbs.net/attach/boards/Futurama/M.1360682542.A/politically%20correct%20bedtime%20stories.pdf

There's the link (so I don't plagiarise) and the author's name is James Finn Garner. He is superb. The name of the book is "Politically Correct Bedtime Stories" and I just want to put this in here on behalf of the 'bad' wolf in your story above, constrained as he is by western society's linear and binary ideas of 'good and bad'.

Here's the story:

""
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
There was once a young person named Red Riding Hood who lived with
her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her mother asked her to
take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother’s house –
not because this was womyn’s work, mind you, but because the deed was
generous and helped engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her
grandmother was not sick, but rather was in full physical and mental health
and was fully capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.
So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket through the woods. Many
people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place and
never set foot in it. Red Riding Hood, however, was confident enough in her
own budding sexuality that such obvious Freudian imaginery did not
intimidate her.
On the way to Grandma’s house, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a wolf,
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who asked her what was in her basket. She replied, “Some healthful snacks
for my grandmother, who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a
mature adult.”
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, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely
valid, worldview. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way.”
Red Riding Hood walked on along the main path. But, because his status
outside society has freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style
thought, the wolf knew a quicker route 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
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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.”
From the bed, the wolf said softly, “Come closer, child, so that I might see
you.”
Red Riding Hood said, “Oh, I forgot you are as optically challenged as a bat.
Grandma, what big eyes you have!”
“They have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear.”
“Grandma, what a big nose you have – only relatively, of course, and
certainly attractive in its own way.”
“It has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear.”
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“Grandma, what big teeth you have!”
The wolf said, “I am happy with who I am and what I am,” and leaped out of
bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws, intent on devouring her.
Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of alarm at the wolf’s apparent
tendency toward cross-dressing, but because of his willful invasion of her
personal space.
Her screams were heard by a passing woodchopper-person (or log-fuel
technician, as he preferred to be called). When he burst into the cottage, he
saw melee there and tried to intervene. But as he raised his ax, Red Riding
Hood and the wolf both stopped.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” asked Red Riding Hood.
The woodchopper-person blinked and tried to answer, but no words came to
him.
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"Bursting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your weapon to do your
thinking for you!" she exclaimed. "Sexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume
that womyn 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, took the woodchopper-person's ax, and cut his head
off. After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the Wolf felt a certain
commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household
based on mutual respect and cooperation, and they lived together in the
woods happily ever after.