Lucy tried it. She really did it. Got a basket and a butterfly net and went out to explore the F. Land. She did it. Every day. Every night. Every bloody dream she did it. But she had met an aborigine and things had changed. Having a link in unknown territory is not only risky but bold.
The Big Bad Wolf tasted the Grandmother, but she was dry and leathery and he didn't enjoy her very much. Little Red Riding Hood would be a better choice if he wasn't afraid of her. The forest was a little neighborhood. They had met time ago in The Jolly Highway Man. The Wolf fell in love. Little Red drank. Always apart. He followed her. Howling his loneliness in the deepest forest. Until the blue moon came.
She was a Riding Hood sans merci.
The Wolf loved her more for that.
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