"Have you lived in the forest long? Would you know where the childs grandmother may dwell?"

"For years," I say, and I think that's true. And then the little girl is telling a strange story, a story that makes my skin prickle, and she is -

a wolf, standing in a girlskin. I cry out, and I run the few steps back to the house, push the door open. "Inside, get inside," I cry out to the woman and the man, and the wolf licks its chops.