Little Red

I may not have been wearing “red” but that didn’t stop the Big Bad Wolf from finding me.

Off in the distance I spotted him.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but luckily for me I’m a Fearless Dachshund.

“My what big teeth you have” – me

“The better to eat you with” – wolf

“Why that’s no way to greet a stranger, how about a good old-fashioned butt sniff instead” – me

And we all lived Happily Ever After.

The End