Now where were we, Wolfie before the woodsman intervened? Your hot fetid breath upon my neck suggesting things obscene. I was eager and no innocent to try new things, Iβm Keen. That woodsman fellow was such a bore thinking that he could keep me pure. I knocked him out, then I made sure he wonβt disturb us anymore So paw my scarlet robes aside and see the treat that waits inside. For one night only with no repeat find out if I am good to eat.
A off take on little red Riding hood, written for a contest once sponsored by a troll