One afternoon, a big wolf waited in the dark forest for a little
girl to come along carrying a basket of food to her grandmother. Finally, the
little girl came along and she was carrying a basket of food. "Are you
carrying that basket to your grandmother?" asked the wolf. The little girl
said yes she was. So the wolf asked her where her grandmother lived and the
little girl told him and he disappeared into the woods.
When the little girl opened the door of her grand mother's house,
she saw there was somebody in bed with a nightcap and nightgown on. She had
approached no nearer than twenty-five feet from the bed when she saw that it
was not her grandmother but the wolf, for even in a nightcap a wolf doesn't
look anymore like your grandmother than Metro-Goldwyn lion looks like Calvin
Coolidge. So the little girl took an automatic out of her basket and shot the
wolf dead.
Taken from Readings to Remember, 2004
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