“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Cut the crap,” said the wolf. “You know it’s me.”
So Little Red Riding Hood opened the door.
David Galef publishes far too much for his own good.
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by David Galef
by David Galef
“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Cut the crap,” said the wolf. “You know it’s me.”
So Little Red Riding Hood opened the door.
David Galef publishes far too much for his own good.