A wolves fairy tale . . !

AS I watch a bishop being set scot-free by a court which found too little evidence given by the prosecution to convict him, I would like to repeat an old fairy tale, giving it a modern twist, in a twisted world:

There once lived a little girl called Red Riding Hood in a fictitious country. One day her mother asked her to take a basket of food to her grandmother, who lived alone in a cottage in the forest.

It happened that a wolf was lurking in the bushes and overhead the conversation. He decided to take a short cut to grandmother’s house and get the goodies for himself. The wolf killed and ate the grandmother, then dressed in her nightgown and jumped into bed to await the little girl.

When she arrived, he tried to grab her, but this frightened the child and she ran screaming from the cottage. A woodcutter heard her cries and rushed to the rescue. He killed the wolf with his axe saving Red Riding Hood’s life. All the town people hurried to the scene and proclaimed the woodcutter a hero. But at the inquest, where the Wolves Association spent tons of money, several facts were brought to light:

A search into the contents of the basket revealed that the food was non- vegetarian, and so a huge section of the country felt the wolf was justified in preventing the little girl from seeing her grandmother commit such sacrilege. The opposing lawyer was even heard commenting that if there were more such wolves around, the country was certain of retaining its rich vegetarian cultural heritage.

A minor leader of that fictitious country suggested that the mother who packed the basket should be made an example of and decided against making marital rape an offense, vowing to teach a lesson to such zealous mothers, wives and confident womenkind in general! “Women have to be shown their place!” he said, to the glee of his country ‘men’!

The police chief immediately began an enquiry as to whether the woodcutter had an axe license. He ordered all woodcutters to return their axes and carry only penknives.

The King spoke to his Poet Laurette who wrote a poem about the whole saga. The English translation called ‘No None Won,” though, has left many confused, till the poet between peals of drunken laughter wondered if a comma placed between no and none in the translation would help, but strangely no comma has yet been placed, and it remains as ‘No None Won!’

The grandmothers house was made a Shrine to the Wolf and the Wolves Association with headquarters abroad issued a secret statement saying, “That even if a wolf is a culprit, it is in the interest of the Wolves Association that the activities of wolves not be exposed to the ‘secular’ world..!