100 girls.         1 Forrest.           DARK MOFO 2020.

“Tender Young Creatures melds elements of the Red Riding Hood story into a short (50 minutes), purposeful and well executed work of immersive theatre for all ages.” 

Jason Blake - SMH


‘TENDER YOUNG CREATURES ultimately explodes with female energy.

By the time words like ‘sweat’, ‘claws’, ‘blood’ echo and a sudden, stunning percussion fills the space the audience is assured of the girls’ safety and future. With the settling of emotions and the return of logic, one can fully recognise what a rich, elegant and professional work this is.’ 

Judith Greenaway – Sydney Arts Guide


A chorus of young voices cry out to the daughters of the world as 100 performers lead the audience through a nocturnal landscape. Moving through harmonies, melodies, monologues and chants, the 100 young women create forests and houses filled with the threat of the Wolf.

90% of young women don’t feel safe in the city at night. 1 in 5 women will experience sexual violence in their lifetime. Girls have learnt to curl in on themselves, inhabiting a smaller space than they need in order to remain unnoticed. Tender Young Creatures is an exploration of the world these girls inhabit.

Tender Young Creatures was based on the narrative of Little Red Riding Hood, and built around the cast and creative’s own experiences. Moving through 10 distinct moments, the performers weave around the audience, and the audience becomes Little Red Riding Hood. Direct eye contact, speech, and song evoke an instinctive reaction in many audience members to turn away or hide. By questioning the traditional relationship between performer and audience, Tender Young Creatures subverts the role we expect young girls to play in public life.

Directed by Danielle O’Keefe and first devised in 2016, the show has undergone three separate developments at Bondi Pavillion and Carriagework to refine and distil the core messages and themes and expand the 6 parts to 100 voices.

2020 will see us touring TYC Internationally (TBA) and into the Sunshine Coast Forrest with Imagineers Festival.




Moment 1 - Mothers advice. All the advice and well meaning intentions given to girls as they venture out into the world. 

Whispered" "A girl walks. She walks alone night.

When she ran, the world watched.

What big eyes they have. 

Our Daughters run with wolves, and we throw them to the dogs



"Surround yourself with friends

Beware when the day ends

Never talk to strangers

Think of all the dangers

Keep your alert

For anyone that could hurt

Never stray from the path

This night might be your last"

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Moment 2 - I love to walk. Girls finding the delight in exploring the world

This is in cannon. Each girl entering the space when they are in their cape. The is a section of  moment 2.

I love to walk, with the stars shining bright

I love to walk, without a care at night

I hear the wind a whispering, I feel the breeze so light, 

I see the moon a glistening oh what a pretty sight

I love to walk with the stars shining bright

I love to walk, without a care at night

Moment 3 - This is in 4 parts with 4 glocks

My world, my forrest, my mind, my heart

My world, my forrest, my mind, my heart


All is mine 



With delight the cast move and explore 3 things, then get hand picked flowers to the audience. Lots of movement. Lightness.

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Moment 5. The wolf

Moment 6. A little dark comedy relief.

Moment 7. Shivers. When the hair on the back of your neck starts to stand on its own. This is cut section of the rehearsal track. It evolves into a song cycles in 6 parts.

Moment 8. RUN. Fight of flight. Here the drums take over the space. The girls are now running all their movement and harmonies with cues from the live drums. This culminates in a pecking order being found and a girl hunted. Circled using the audience as a barrier to move in on her.


Moment 9 - WE SEE BLOOD

This moment is fractured with drums, chanting and choral text.

Aye, we see blood. And our screams are not of horror.

Do not shelter us from that which we crave, lust after, need, with croaked pretences of protection.

We need none of it. Do not turn our faces away, crying for our lost girlhood, for we will bite the hand that cradles us.  (CHANGE CAPES TO RED)


You will not encircle us in your arms and hold us back. We will tear free, our hair will shake loose. We will not be pretty. 

We are not assassins or cats or pieces of art or dolls to be leered at.

Sweat drips from us, slicking our hands and hair and feet.

We are fierce, not sultry.


Our war cries have been building in our heads every time you silence us. You mistook it for blankness, for submission. But here we are at the foot of your bed and you never even heard us open the door. We are not assassins. We are berserkers, warriors, whirling arms and legs and claws that will *rip the shadow of fear to shreds. 


And when the killing is done, you will see that we do not shy from blood.

Nay, we drink it in, we coat ourselves in it, we wear it as ornamentation.

It slips down our throats and noses and ears and melts down to our heart.

It covers our eyes so we see through a sanguine veil. Crimson coloured glasses of the best kind.


AYE. We see blood.

And if you do not stop your feeble protests, it will be yours.


Drums infiltrate the AV. Every hollow space and cavity in the space is found to create a whole environment that reverberates. Call and response chant. UNISON.


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