Her green cloak unfolded behind her like a broken accordion, keeping her true form hidden from view. She made her way through the woods, her basket tucked inside, and her gaze kept on the ground. He might recognize her if he saw her face, and she knew the path well, after all.
When she arrived, she threw off her hood, triumphant, and stepped inside to greet her grandmother.
“Why, Little Red Riding Hood, you’ve changed your cloak!” Grandma noticed right away.