He knew how easy it would be to snatch up the girl. But there were two reasons he didnt. First was pride. As a wolf... no, as a big bad wolf with intelligence and knowledge beyond a simple beast... simply pouncing a girl and going SNIP, SNAP was far too... cliche. Besides there was another factor.
Red was a twig. A little beanpole. A tiny little bit of meat on bones. Granted very tasty meat but not enough to even warrant the pounce. He sighed sadly. This was going to be a long day if this was the-
"Hello Mr. Woodsman!"
Oh CRAPBASKETS! That spoilsport was around again! Time to hide and watch!
"Ah Red, I see your all set for the feeding huh?" The woodsman said.
"Yeah. Grandma said I am going to test her cookies all week! I thinned up so I had room for them all. I hope when I leave I'll be a big piggy of a girl!"
The wolf began to slobber. A week of fattening on goodies?! Oh yum yum yum! That would make her really big and delicious! The very thought made the wolf almost drop from delight. Better still he wouldn't have to do a thing!
But wait... he was hungry now! He would need a holdover if he was doing this. And if he wasnt he would have to consider an alternate way to have Redhood De Excellence on his dinner table, round and fat and delicious.
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