Climax:
"What a fine night! what luck! I knew the wolf wouldn't get me!" said little red riding hood, as she lay in bed, safe and sound inside her home.
"Oh, but you must travel through those woods again and again" said a shadow at the window. ".... and you must be lucky enough to avoid the wolf every time. But the wolf...... the wolf needs only enough luck to find you ONCE"
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She pooped her pants.
