During a visit to her mother, Red Riding Hood happens upon the Big, Bad Wolf

Red Riding Hood: I traipsed off to my mother’s nursing home to practice. I found my mother in the dining room and told her I was going to run through some music. The Wolf: My mother said, "Maybe I shouldn’t practice there. Residents might not want to hear me". She had to prevent her child, who just didn’t know any better, from erring. What's wrong with this daughter? Why would she assume that residents would want to hear her play the harp? Red Riding Hood: I responded mildly to the Wolf, that I was 61 years old, and she didn’t need to worry about whether the others would be offended by my music. I asked her if she wanted to hear me play, and she didn’t answer. The Lumberjack: Rosetta, who has a feeble memory, asked me where I was going to be playing. She seemed intent on hearing me play, and repeated her question several times. When I started playing, residents and visitors immediately sat down around me and listened. And Rosetta was sitting in the front, and my mother nowhere to be seen. Red Riding Hood: Playing at the nursing home provides the additional layer of self-awareness from playing to the public, and the opportunity to find out where my performance weaknesses are. The Lumberjack: One of the women in the audience hummed along strongly to Thumbalaika, and I repeated it several times for her. And she knew several of the other jewish melodies I was playing. Some in the audience were unaware/asleep, but a few were listening and engaged. The Wolf: When I was finished, I checked my mother’s room, and she was there in her recliner, fast asleep. She had asked her aide to wheel her past the Family Room where I was playing, and put her to bed. She would not appreciate my efforts. It might offend others, and she did not want to be responsible, or have my playing to reflect on her. Another Wolf Shows Up: (Have I assumed this same perspective with respect to my playing and my compositions? I was raised that we don't talk up our accomplishments. I should not assume that others want to hear me play the harp). The Happy Ending: I went ahead with the practice and this helped me, and pleased some of the residents and staff.