One day, I saw something that looked a bit like food running thorough the forest. Carrying a basket of something that smelled twice as delicious as the red-hooded food, I decided to follow it. Finally, after a long wait of sniffing and spying on it, the clumsy red-hooded fool tripped on a vine. I honestly do not think that it hurt itself, but the food, or girl, or whatever it was started to make horrible noises, like it was crying. Being the genius I always am, I devised a simple plan to play the nice guy. So I ever so politely asked it if I could be of any service to it. The hooded food was suspicious of my actions at first, and made up the excuse that her granny would be afraid of me because I am a wolf. As if! Thankfully, I persuaded her to let me borrow he red cloak so the grandmother would think it was the girl. Being as much as a gentleman as I could (and I think I did a splendid job on that if I do say so myself), I gave her a gracious “thanks” and hurried off right away, with the basket that smelled even better than the girl-food.