Not Henry

But, as somehow you all know, it was not Henry, but a savage wolf, who entered the old woman's cottage and devoured her whole. It was a big snack, even for a large carnivour, so he decided to have a little nap before Little Red Riding Hood arrived. As he drifted off, he did consider that his day would have been much more efficient if he'd eaten the little girl straight away, but did not have the wits to get to the bottom of that mystery. He dreamed of countless sheep.

Author: Gerry Hatrić

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