He rammed it into the wolf’s behind and began to saw open the wolf's belly. Once he was about half-way through the old woman and a Little Red Riding Hood slid out in a puddle of blood and tears. "Oh, I was so frightened!" Little Red Riding Hood cried "Grandmother turned into Mr. Wolf and then she ate me, and it was so dark, and I could hear her talking to me while I was inside, and I, and then, and...". She sobbed uncontrollably. Grandmother sat up beside her. She looked at her sniveling granddaughter, that thieving huntsman, the wretched wolf, and then her eyes locked onto the wine. "It's alright little one" she said as she grabbed the bottle and popped it open. "It was that wicked wolf that caused you such fright". The woodsman spoke "The wolf is still alive little girl. What do you want to do with it?"