Revenge.

The old forest was wearing a beautifully made tux full of stars. In his insides there he was, a desperate wolf craving for food; a lonely wolf, but wolf after all. His sharp sense of smell caught the rusty aroma of a grandmother laying in bed longing for the next day, all because that day would be the one when her little grand daughter would appear with a bascket full of biscuits and delicious fruits; she was certainly not longing for her grand daughter. So the wolf made his move, and as we all are, he was perfectly aware of the little tale about a ridding hood that visited her grand mother and so he decided to not only swallow the old lady but also to chop her into little pieces and save some for the winter, he also thought about not getting into that lady's outfit, because he was a man, he was a wolf, he didn't need cover.


Dark was the athmosphere at grandma's home, however you could still appreciate the shadow of that cruel animal, the same one that with cold claws made out of grandma a really difficult puzzle to solve. He ate some of the pieces and waited, he waited calmed, he waited and found the sun waking up presenting the little mess he made the night before to himself; but still he waited, he waited until the door opened in one sweet and gentle move along with an inocent voice of hope and curiosity that shouted "Granny... how are you? followed by a mutted scream.

Who are you? You are not my grandmother... a mouth dripping fear said.
-And yet here we are- thought the wolf.

She was allowed tu run for a few seconds before the hunger of the wolf made him run after that delicious prey.