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[Mr Wolf is in his house, which is very neat and tidy. He’s wearing an apron and holding freshly burned cakes. There’s a pile of letters on the doormat, one of which has the Royal Seal.]
Mr Wolf was grumpy.
He HATED being tame.
Being good was really dull,
he missed his ‘Big Bad’ name.
But ever since that naughty day
he’d guzzled Granny Hood,
the woodcutter had made him choose:
‘Wolf pie? Or being good?’
‘If only I could chase some pigs
or gobble up a child.
I miss my young and happy days
when I was mean and wild.’
Continued…