"I'm over here!" you shout.
"Yeah, thanks, I see you," she says back, obviously disappointed, "Look what you did, you let those other two boys get away."
"And look what you did," you say, pointing to the two boars standing in the grass, "these pigs USED to be human boys, and you did THIS to them." You surprise
yourself with your own foolish affrontery.
She shrugs, "So it seems. And the plan was to have four squealing porkers here in this playground to complete my revenge, and you decided to jump right in the
middle of things, I see?"
You are obviously growing a bit nervous with the girl.
She glances a half-smile at you. "I'm Red," she says, "Rebecca Eryn Desiree Hood, actually, but don't you ever call be BECKY, you got it?!" she says drily. You
suppose she's warming up to you a bit.
"Yeah, yeah, sure," you reply nervously.
"What? You're nervous? Hah!—Don't be afraid of little Red, man," she jests, "just because I transformed these little peeping-toms into pigs doesn't mean I'm some
kind of evil sorceress changing people into animals for fun... well, actually, it was kind of fun... but, I wouldn't do that to you! Hah... not unless you make me mad,"
she says, forcing an angry face at you in jest.
She laughs again at your look of horror, "Hahaha!! Relax, man..."
Red tells you the story of how the four boys had worked many long nights after games of basketball to drill a hole into the side of Red's house and sneak a peek of
her in the shower.
"Ah, you remember pre-pubescence, I'm sure," she muses. It doesn't even cross your mind how someone her age would use a word like pre-pubescence. "Boys
will be boys, and all boys are pigs, I guess."
"Yeah," you mumble, "I guess...?"