The Girl and the Wolf (fable fragment)

A yellow basket for your smile isn’t too much to ask, said the wolf.

The girl checked her blade. Sharp as ever, thanks to her grizzled grandmother. She considered the basket. It was a far site better than the one she swung back and forth.

The wolf held the yellow basket in his teeth. Smile for me, dear, he said around the handle. Smile for me and this is yours.

The girl smiled, and the wolf dropped the basket at her feet. On your way, then, said the wolf.

She now had two baskets and a blade. The wolf still had his teeth.

The girl walked, and the wolf followed.

Author: Robert Crisp

Just a lad who likes to create.

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