(This story is, I guess, fan fiction. The story is mine. The alien character is not. I'll delete it if anybody complains or I get sued.)
Once upon a time there was a beautiful little girl living in a village on a planet somewhere in a galaxy. This galaxy was known as “The Milky Way” by the inhabitants of one small planet way out on the edge of one of its spiral arms but by something completely different by everyone else in that galaxy. Nobody in the cities on this planet knew why it was called the Milky Way but to those living in the deserts it was obvious.
This little girl had a devoted mother who made for her a lovely blue cloak with a hood to protect her from rain and wind. The girl loved this cloak and wore it often and so everyone in the village called her Little Blue Riding Hood.
One day her mother called her into the kitchen and said:
“My mother, your dear grandmother, is feeling ill. I’ve made her some paracetamol and anti-viral tablets to help her get well again. Please take them to her at her house in The Woods.”
Her mother was a pharmacist, and a devotee of Wicca.
“Remember go straight there and don’t dawdle or talk to strange men.”
Little Blue Riding Hood was not keen to go into The Woods but her grandmother needed her so she went.
The Woods was a gigantic building covered in black granite in the middle of the village. Nobody knew how old it was. Grandmother lived on the top floor and there were no lifts.
When Little Blue Riding Hood got there it was eerily quiet. There was nobody around, not even a wolf, or any strange men she could avoid. She climbed the stairs.
By the time she was half way up she was getting weary. She was thinking of sitting on the stairs to rest when she turned a corner and nearly ran into a man.
The man looked at her with inquisitive eyes. He pulled out an electronic device and pointed it at her. She pulled out her Glock and pointed it at him.
“Hello, little girl,” he said. “Interesting. We are wearing the same colour.”
“Hello,” said Little Blue Riding Hood. “What big ears you have.”
“Yes,” said Spock. “I am a Vulcan. All my race have long pointed ears.”
“Are you a wolf?” she asked because she had never seen a wolf.
“Ah, a four-legged, canine mammal from this planet. No, I am not one and I am no danger to you so you can put your gun away.”
Little Blue Riding Hood put her gun back in her pocket but where it was easy to get if she needed it, just in case.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
Spock replied “I am a member of a Federation reconnaissance crew investigating your planet. I seem to have become separated from my group. What are you doing here?”
“I’m taking some medicine to my sick grandmother. She lives on the top floor. Have you seen any wolves?”
“No,” replied Spock. “I believe that they are rarely found in multi-storey human buildings. What would you do if you saw one?”
“Why, I’d kill it of course!” replied Little Blue Riding Hood.
“How typical of a human being to kill first! Why not observe and then approach the wolf when you know something about it? At first contact, my own people, the Vulcans, grossly underestimated your human race’s capacity for violence and warfare, much to our cost. We are more careful now.”
“Hmm,” said Little Blue Riding Hood. “Not careful enough.”
She pulled out her Glock and shot Spock dead. Then she carried merrily on to her grandmother’s place. Nobody opened their door to see what was happening or called the police. The Woods was that sort of place.