The wolf watched as Little Red Riding Hood ran off the path to frolic amongst the flowers. "That should keep her busy for a while" he thought. The wolf began toward grandmother house when Little Red Riding Hood called out to him. "Where are you going Mr. Wolf" she asked "won't you help me pick some flowers for grandmother?" "I would love to, but, you see..." The wolf thought fast "I have to get going or... I'll be late for work. Yes, that's it. Us wolves have to work to put food on the table. You keep looking. Make sure to choose only the best flowers. A single bad choice could ruin the whole bouquet" "Oh you're so right Mr. Wolf. Thank you. I was about to pick whichever took my fancy but you reminded me that mother, my mother, told me I should always be thoughtful with my choices." She threw a few flowers back on the ground. "You go on ahead and have a nice day. I hope you can bring your family a great big meal" Little Red Riding Hood went back to picking flowers carefully considering each one before picking it. Each time she picked one she would see an even more beautiful one a little way off, and she would run over to it, going further and further off the trail. The wolf, meanwhile, ran straight to...