fractued fairytales licking our wounds

Beginning

You seem to be moving a little faster today

Yeah, yeah it’s getting better slowly but surely how are you doing?

Not bad just a little shortness when I left fortunately, I don’t have much to laugh about

I know what you mean while you’re looking better anyway getting that silver color back in your cheeks

Do you think so that’s good I’m really trying to get back out there on the hunt you know

Of course, what’s a wolf without a tongue he might as well be a poodle or a Chihuahua for heaven sake we just need to be patient. That’s all injuries like ours don’t heal overnight.

No, they certainly do not. These are major injuries. I have 31 stitches.

That’s nothing I got third-degree burns over the entire lower half of my body and believe me it’s embarrassing waiting for the fur to grow back

I know what you mean what’s a wolf without his beautiful fur

He’s nothing a wolf stick coat. Is his pride

It’s his joy

Ham hocks ugh forget it

And how is the prime rib today, Rosie?

Age to perfection and serve with one of granny’s special muffins on the side

I think we’re going to need another minute or two to think about it

By the way, the newspaper called today they are doing a story called Recent wolf bloopers and asked if I would give them an interview

An interview you didn’t agree to it did you?

Of course not I wouldn’t get the ale my little pigs, the satisfaction of seeing my face plastered all over the front of the newspaper so I told the reporter he should go talk to you

Talk to me are you crazy? I’m not talking to the press how embarrassing I can see the story right now glutenous wolf caught in the act, consuming sweet little old granny and her red Cape granddaughter how humiliating no thank you

If it hadn’t been for that nosy hunter who happened by you might have gotten away with it I still don’t know how he recognized. You dressed as a granny you are the master of disguise

Well, thank you, but it may have been that little piece of red fabric dangling from my mouth as I slept though I’m not certain

You always have been a messy eater. Mother tried to teach you manners, but you wouldn’t listen

Me what about you, brother? At least I managed to catch my meal. You never even got close to your prey

Well, it’s not my fault that last house was built like a Rock heaven knows I tried I huffed and have several times and I even puffed a while but it wouldn’t

But sliding down the chimney really

What’s so funny about that it was a brilliant idea

Oh really brother you were outsmarted by three little pigs three little itty-bitty pink pigs it’s hysterical. You climbed up the chimney like a crazy wolf and expected to drop in and surprise your dinner while they were sitting quietly playing a game of car come on the smoke, should’ve been your first clue that your plan wasn’t going to work

I didn’t see the milk until it was too late anyway who are you to talk running around the countryside with the belly full of stones howling like a maniac like that’s dignified boy that granny was so mad. She got too good.

All right, all right stop your laughing. I guess neither one of us have much to brag about. Let’s just keep it quiet and hope the whole thing blows over soon. No one will even remember it happened

Well, definitely not the pigs in a blanket

And no baked goods either

I think we’re gonna go vegetarian for a while Rosie we’ll have two orders of pasta Primavera if you don’t mind

And no aged cheese on top

Write two orders of pasta, Primavera hold the sausage hold the Parmesan. Can I get you fellows anything else?

Not unless you can get our dignities back