I had the bread and cookies for my nan.
I cooked each one the best I ever could.
When I left, I was seen by a wolf-man.
The wolf demanded to know where nan lived.
I told him innocently without thought.
The wolf was faster and soon he arrived.
The grandmother, surprised the wolf, had fought.
Alas the wolf had ate the grandmother.
He had disguised himself for little red.
Little red knew that he was another.
No one had his big sharp teeth in that bed.
He had eaten her but a woodsman came.
He killed the wolf to protect the two dames.
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