A Cautionary Tale

Little red riding boots hang from tiny laces on a hook on a wall, a warning for my granddaughter. I would tell her, there are wolves everywhere. I would tell her that there are empty boots everywhere. I told her that the Fairy Tales are all true. Yesterday while walking we found several pairs of empty footwear some merely discarded, but other’s obviously the remains of a new grizzly tale now unfolding. The little girl looked at me and grinned. To my astonishment I see now that her teeth are strong and very sharp, and her eyes glint with a wolfish anticipation.