Goodie-goodie yum-yum

So the sweetieless wolf decided to slink off…. But you know the story. When he was out of sight, he raced off to Granny’s house, knocked on the door of her bijoux cottage and lying in her bed, Granny called out weakly “Who is it?”

Ever so politely, in his littlest of little girl voices, the wolf called “It’s me, Little Red Riding Hood, Granny. I’ve a basket of goodies for you.”

“Oh lovely,” exclaimed Granny, delighted, “come in won’t you, the door’s unlocked.”

Quick as a flash, the wolf burst into the cottage and bounded through to Granny’s bedroom...