A little girl with a red hood was walking to her sick grandmother one Friday, as she does every Friday, until she was stopped in her tracks by a friendly wolf.
"Hello little girl. What might be in your basket?" said he.
"Something that will make granny well again. Mother said it always works." she replied.
"What might that be?" he said licking his snarling and furry lips.
"Well, if you're so curious, have a look!" she exclaimed.
The wolf opened the basket.
He backed away shocked to see such a monstrosity. His jaw dropped and couldn't resist the urge to vomit.
"What might be the matter Mr.Wolf?" as she said this her face changed.
Morphing into the dead goddess that she truly is, she said "Oh silly Mr.Wolf, you thought it was bread. Oh no, no. Far from that. Its wolf-skin."
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