Talking sweetly

“Oh lovely…” said the wolf, slobbering as it licked its lips. Who’s it for then?”

“It’s for my Granny across the wood. So you can push off mate, sharpish!... Unless that is, you’ve got some sweeeeties?” she smiled, fluttering her overly made-up eyelids. (She’d pinched the make-up from her mum who always tarted herself up every night before heading for the boozer.)

Little Red Riding Hood didn’t really expect a wolf to be roaming around the woods with lots of sweeties, but she would try anything (which later in life would get her into a lot of trouble).