The Hunter and Little Red Riding Hood

I never thought I’d have to go back to this godforsaken hole. But for the sake of punishing the abusers of my beloved grandma, I’ll do anything—even if it means having to tame the nasty-tempered hunter. Ha! He just doesn’t know who he’s dealing with. I can dance on the tip of an awl that the devil holds between two fingers. Don’t you think I can handle some ordinary loudmouth?