'pardon Me, Could You Pass the Grey Poupon'

Winds caressing fringes of her deep chocolate tresses as tree nymphs nimbly hid midst fallen maple leaves happily prancing round toes, whilst a crescendo of chimes played off in near distances, warm apple pie aroma wafting upon a zephyr tickling her nose, unfastened her reddish cloak for her e'er plunging neckline exposed an ample décolletage voluptuously heaving in broad daylight waiting to seduce a crafty wolf in sheep's clothing she had afore encountered on the way to grannies, called ahead to make reservations for her & handsome knighted chef hiding amidst the dark forest with his trusty sharpened butcher knife, had acquired Wolfgang Puck's wickedly-satisfying secret recipe for savory pack-of-wolves stew Li'l Reddish Revenge is a dish best served cold-blooded with liberal scads of punitive napkins and a bottle of vindictively chilled Chianti