in front of his eyes. Just then, Red said, "Well, good-bye, I've got to hurry back to town; I don't want to be late to teach my Taekwondo class." Then she put the pedal to the metal and rapidly accelerated up the steep hill. Hours later and long after dark, the wolf reached Grandma's house again, badly dehydrated. There he discovered that Grandpa was the county sheriff and that Grandma was a women's rights activist. They had a lot to say to him before they let him leave in his car. But the wolf was no danger anymore; he had completely lost his taste for Red. He preferred the small, weak, and helpless type; Red was small, but she certainly was not weak or helpless. ...
