(Art by Canson)

After feasting on the three little pigs, a piece of each of the pigs houses on a shelf, Wolf made his way over to a little house in the woods, eating the old woman inside and eating her less gamy grandchild Red Riding Hood.

Wolf laid on Grandma’s bed, picking in between his teeth with his claws and wiping his lips with the red hood, his hand on his distended belly as he basked in his fullness.

“Ahh…what a meal.” He said with a sated smile.