Seeing red

Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a hamlet by a forest. It was a hamlet, not a village as local pigs were pigmies. The girl’s favourite colour was pink like most of the other girls, but her mother insisted on her daughter wearing a red riding cloak. She rationalised this by arguing that anyone seeing the red cloak would know whose daughter it was among all the other pretty, cissy, pink girls and secondly, red is for danger, so if anyone interfered with her daughter, she would beat the living crap out of them.