Yeah, the chick really cooked.  But it was this very song that got her into
trouble.  The wolf heard her from a long way off and decided that he was hugnry.
He figured he had three options:  he could steal the basket and eat the food; he
could steal Little Red Riding Hoood and eat her; or he could steal the song and
make a bundle and never be hungry again.

   Needless to say, being pretty slick as wolves go, he decided stealing the
song was infinitely better.  After all the food would be gone in ten minutes, if
that; and "Red," as he affectionately began thinking of her, would probably only
last through the evening.  But he was sure that the song would become a classic
(with the right promotion, of course).	So he set off in the direction of Red's
mellifluous voice.

   Now, at this point, the wolf knew what his goal was, but he didn't have a
plan.  He just had the basics down:  he'd make friends with her, get her to
invite him home, slip her a mickey ransack her house for the sheet music, and
split.	Simple, yet effective.	Yes indeed.  Very effective.  Very effective.

   He lit out in the direction of her voice, and pretty soon came upon her
skiping merrily along.	Red was actually not one to skip, but she'd gotten a
blister from the long walk and it helped keep pressure off the bad foot.  The
wolf followed her a ways, slinking behind trees and such wolf nonsense, until
she'd finally had it and sat down for a rest.  for a rest.