Thinking about everything, it was not the brightest plan to be thought of. It was, in hindsight   a plan that would get you on a show about stupid people or animals getting killed. Still, here Frank was in that very situation. He was supposed to be smart after all, since he was a dog. Okay he was a wolf but that really didn't matter did it? Who knew that putting on a nightgown, a pair of glasses, a night cap and laying in an old lady's bed would be such a pain. It used to be that you could do such things  and not be attacked by psycho with an ax. Now poor old wolves had to be extra careful. It seems that the world was obsessed with mindless violence.

     He had of course happened to run into the pretty young girl wearing a long red coat with a long red hood earlier in the day. It was noonish or so. She was around eleven or twelve, was tall and skinny with dark brown hair that partially visible despite the head gear. She was young and naive .The girl was in fact asking, in his educated opinion, to be eaten by wild animals. No person with any common sense, especially young girls, would be walking in the woods alone. Obvious she had an IQ of a dung beetle or maybe a moldy cheese log.

    He was tempted to eat her just to show her how stupid and dumb she really was but then he would have the taste of human in his mouth. Any wolf could tell you humans do not taste very good. The other thing was that it didn’t seem that eating her would actually teach her a lesson since she would be dead. This would of course defeat the purpose of eating her in the first place. In truth he cared little about the brain dead child. It was the basket Frank desired. He could smell the pork chop, sausages in rolls, and baked bean with huge strips of bacon coming out of the basket. He had been hungry for pork since the incident the other day.

     Frank had hoped that the girl in seeing a big bad wolf would run off crying, dropping the yummy basket in the process. That was the plan. Instead the girl did what this girl probably did with every strange person or animal she met.

 " Hi there, isn’t this an absolutely beautiful day “said the girl ." Are you going to your Grandma house as well" she asked

Frank stood there frozen not knowing what to do or say

“It seems like Granny always getting ill. Mom says that it’s all psychosomatic  , whatever that means " "Hopefully she gets well soon though I do like the fact that I get to visit her so much because I'm always bringing her food" the girl continued to ramble on."I can’t wait ...."

"Well those pork dishes smell wonderful. Did your mom cook them" Frank barked out quickly"

“Yes, she did, all the females in my family cook well"

“I bet they do" said Frank" i mean they know how to cook well" said Frank nervously

 ”Well if you don't mind maybe you could give a hungry stranger a little taste "said Frank

“I mean a taste of the pork dish “Frank corrected quickly.

"Well I don’t know” said the girl

The girl reached into the basket .This was the moment Frank was waiting for. He could taste the pork already. His mouth began to water and his eyes grew enlarged.

The girl slowly pulled her hand out of the basket.

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