Well, they got some of it right.  Her grandmother did live in the woods and the girl's name was Robyn.  But, she never owned a red hoodie.  As a matter of fact, on that particular day, she was wearing a white dress with a floral print.  Upon being frightened by a wolf, she reflexxedly pulled out her Bowie knife and gutted the poor thing like a fish.  Then, she slit its throat to drain out its blood, grabbed the creature by its hind legs, and dragged it to her grandmother's log cabin.  Upon arrival, Robyn announced herself.  "Grandma, ya home?  I picked up some dinner on my way here.  Are you hungry?"  Inquired the young miss.  "I could eat a horse"  replied her grandmother Tess.  "Great" her granddaughter shot back, "I'll start a fire."  "I'll bake some bread" replied Tess.  And the two of them ate wolf for a week while telling each other stories and laughing and laughing and just enjoying themselves having a good time.  The End.