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THE TRUE STORY The wolf sat on the ground. Little Red Riding Hood sat at his feet. "Well, well, well, so here we are again!" said Mr. Woolf in a faux English accent he had picked up from watching Peter O'Toole be Lawrence of Arabia. "Some apple juice my dear have some apple crumble do!" enquired Mr. Woolf of his fairy story cohort. "I baked it myself you know molasses instead of sugar gives it that dark flavour oh and a little touch of ginger!" Little Red Riding Hood wolfed down the apple crumble. Sipped...slurped noisily through a bendy straw annoying the silence that gathered itself around her. There was a piece of apple crumble on her nose. For a little girl she had a big appetite. The wolf ate nothing. "We can't go on like this any minute now a child somewhere in another somewhere will start our story by opening a book. I will be called upon to eat you and Granny up. I don't even like grannies for gawd's sake!" Mr. Woolf had tears that refused to fall. It's got...it's...got to somehow stop!" Little Red Riding Hood burped. "Pardon!" So, when the child I used to be opened the story once upon a time it was simply not there. There was nothing there. Nothing but a great big ****** blank. Somewhere in another somewhere Little Red Riding Hood swung on a swing Mr. Woolf pushing her higher and higher into a summer blue sky.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
THE TRUE STORY
THE TRUE STORY The wolf sat on the ground. Little Red Riding Hood sat at his feet. "Well, well, well, so here we are again!" said Mr. Woolf in a faux English accent he had picked up from watching Peter O'Toole be Lawrence of Arabia. "Some apple juice my dear have some apple crumble do!" enquired Mr. Woolf of his fairy story cohort. "I baked it myself you know molasses instead of sugar gives it that dark flavour oh and a little touch of ginger!" Little Red Riding Hood wolfed down the apple crumble. Sipped...slurped noisily through a bendy straw annoying the silence that gathered itself around her. There was a piece of apple crumble on her nose. For a little girl she had a big appetite. The wolf ate nothing. "We can't go on like this any minute now a child somewhere in another somewhere will start our story by opening a book. I will be called upon to eat you and Granny up. I don't even like grannies for gawd's sake!" Mr. Woolf had tears that refused to fall. It's got...it's...got to somehow stop!" Little Red Riding Hood burped. "Pardon!" So, when the child I used to be opened the story once upon a time it was simply not there. There was nothing there. Nothing but a great big ****** blank. Somewhere in another somewhere Little Red Riding Hood swung on a swing Mr. Woolf pushing her higher and higher into a summer blue sky.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
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