Short story 11: The wolf's tale

It was a dark and stormy night, and the wind howled through the trees as Little Red Riding Hood made her way through the forest, a basket of treats in hand. She was on her way to visit her sick grandmother, who lived on the other side of the woods.

As Red Riding Hood walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She quickened her pace, hoping to reach her grandmother's house before the storm got any worse.

But little did she know, a sly wolf was lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance to strike.

The wolf watched as Red Riding Hood walked by, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and he wasn't about to let it pass him by.

With a sly smile, the wolf stepped out of the shadows and fell into step behind Red Riding Hood. She didn't seem to notice him at first, too focused on reaching her grandmother's house.

But as they walked, the wolf couldn't help but make small talk. "Hey there, little miss," he said, his