Saturday, September 6, 2014

Fifty-Eighth Beginning: Dear Woodsman

Dear Woodsman,

Thank you for the lovely little wolf rug that you gave to Grandma.  She loves it.  And the smell has died down considerably since you left it.

Grandma says that she can't remember wolves being this small, or being black with white stripes, but then Grandma has been getting a little forgetful since her stroke.  We're both grateful for your brave rescue.  Why, if you hadn't been there to tell us how very dangerous these little wolves can be, we'd probably have tried to shoo it out the door with a broom.  Just imagine what might have happened!  I shudder just thinking about it.

Being a city girl, myself, I wouldn't have even known it was a wolf, if you hadn't been there.  We're so glad that you were.

Grandma says to tell you that you should feel free to drop in any time.  We may not know much woodscraft, but we do know how to cook.  We're looking forward to seeing you again.


Little Red Riding Hood.

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