The Wolf That Lurked Behind
Almost everyone knows the story of Little Red Riding Hood, but what if it was the wolf whom we followed the tale of?
“Grandmother,” she whispered awestruck, “what big arms you have!”
“The better to hold you with, my dear.” I cooed deeply.
Her fingers moved to my folded legs. “Grandmother, what big legs you have!”
I stretched them out. “The better to chase you with, my dear.”
... “Grandmother, what big ears you have!” She whispered as she stared as my flattened bends.
“The better to hear you when you hide, my dear..."
“Grandmother,” she whispered awestruck, “what big arms you have!”
“The better to hold you with, my dear.” I cooed deeply.
Her fingers moved to my folded legs. “Grandmother, what big legs you have!”
I stretched them out. “The better to chase you with, my dear.”
... “Grandmother, what big ears you have!” She whispered as she stared as my flattened bends.
“The better to hear you when you hide, my dear..."