My mum thinks she knows what I’m doing this afternoon. She’d be right and wrong. I’m AM going to grandma’s cottage but not to visit her. Grandma died weeks ago. I found her lying in her own blood in the dark forest. My wails brought another who comforted me and buried her body in a lovely grove. He said her death appeared to be caused by some large animal. All I remember is blood as red as my cloak.