The Wolf

There once lived a little girl. One day, her mother made her a little red riding hood, but then threw it into the fireplace because nothing lasts forever.

On another occasion, the mother made a cake for the little girl to deliver to her grandmother, but the mother ate it all.

Nevertheless, the little girl set out to see her grandmother.

Along the way, she encountered a wolf who asked for her identification.

“And what is your destination?” asked the wolf, matching the picture to her face.

The girl answered, “I am going to my grandmother’s house, the second house in the upcoming village going east.”

He wanted to eat her right away, but the supervisor was on her way from break. He preferred to not get fired.

He ate her anyway.

Shortly after, the wolf arrived at the grandmother’s door.

Nobody answered, so he let himself in. There was nothing inside.

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