The woman was so small. Why she was barely bigger than that girl he ran into on the way here. The wolf was disappointed she wasn't as plump as he had hoped; one would think she'd be larger considering that her grandchild brings her cake and wine all the time. Well a meal is a meal. Grandmother was never meant to be the main course anyway. The wolf made his way through the maze of wine bottles on the floor over to the grandmother's bed. Then, hoping she tasted better than she looked, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and ate grandmother in one big bite missing only her little red cap. He then pulled the curtains shut, slid under the sheets, put her cap on his head, and waited for his next meal to arrive. After a few minutes the wolf...