Your grandmother had been Ill recently, so your mother told you to carry a basket of baked goods to her house. You donned your red hood and decided to take the shortcut through the woods, sticking to the clear, marked trail. Then, about half way through the woods, a large, snarling wolfman stepped across your path, eyeing your basket and licking his chops hungrily. The Big, *Bad*, Wolf.
"Ah, hello there, Little Red"
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