I wish that these cops would get their story straight. I’m a good guy, even though my reputation isn’t really on my side. This is really what happened.
One rainy day, this little girl with a little red parka came skipping down the little forest lane. With her, she had a big waterproof basket, that, even through the rain, I could smell the goodies it held. I was really hungry, so I decided I would get those goodies. I nicely walked up to her and asked her for a peek inside the basket. She told me I couldn’t look, “for the goodies might get wet”. I insisted on taking a peek, but she insisted even more on keeping it closed. I was beginning to get angry, and I felt my stomach rumble. I decided on another plan. I kindly asked where she was taking the treats, and she told me that she was taking them to Granny Annie Tammy’s house. There was only one Granny Annie Tammy in Fairy Tale Land, and she lived right next to Cinderella’s castle’s property. I hurried along, determined to get those treats. I border a bus, hailed a few taxis, caught a jet, hitch hiked on a train, and finally got to Granny Annie Tammy’s house. I silently opened the door, and a shrilling scream greeted me. I, well, panicked, of course, and picked up Granny Annie Tammie, who was sitting on the couch, and, well, I kind of threw her into the closet- CRASH! BANG! AHH!!- and locked the door. I looked out the window to see if someone from Cinderella’s castle or from the little pigs’ brick house, which was on the opposite side of Granny Annie Tammy’s house, had noticed, no one had, but I saw the little red girl with the little red parka!!! I, well, panicked again, and went over to Granny Annie Tammy’s clothes closet and slipped one of her night gowns on. I hopped into Granny Annie Tammy’s bed right as the little red girl- whom now I know is Little Red Riding Hood- knocked on the door. I told her to “Come in” in my granniest voice, in which the little red girl did do. She came over to Granny Annie Tammy’s bed, and told me- while I was Granny Annie Tammy- “I have some cookies for you, Granny”. I told her to let me have them, when she told me what big eyes I had. I told her that they were for the better for me to see her with. Then she told me what big ears I had. I told her those were for the better to hear her with. Then, of course, she told me what a big mouth I had- which contain sparkling white beauties, by the way- and, of course, I told her what the better to eat the cookies with. From her stories, I take it that she misheard me and she thought that I said what the better to eat her with- which I didn’t say; at least I don’t think I did. Then, randomly, the Baby Bear, whom wasn’t anywhere near when the incident happened, said that I said for the better to eat porridge with in his story. Then, after I said whatever I said, I jumped up and chased the little red girl, because, of course, she still held the big waterproof basket full of sweet-smelling cookies. I chased her around until a maid from Cinderella’s castle noticed, and called the cops.
Now, here I am, in a jail cell. Telling the police I am innocent, mostly. They don’t believe me, but, well, I am the Big Bad Wolf after all.
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