The wolf likes to drive fast cars.I climb into the seat beside him,show a little leg as I do. The huntis on, and two can play. Of course,I knew he was the wolf. Why elsewould I wear that red coat,carry my basket of bread, cheeseand wine, walk alone throughthe dark woods? I let himtake me home. There was no grandma.That’s my cover, just the woodsman,an … Continue reading Sheep’s Clothing by Jessica de Koninck