So, I proceeded with the story there at the table as Mary and William both reluctantly finished their "bean beans." (of the green variety) I told them of the little girl who was carrying a basket of treats to her granny and of the warning her mother had given her about staying on the path. Mary froze as I told how the Big Bad Wolf approached Little Red in the flower patch she'd wandered off to pick from and how he'd offered to accompany Little Red to her granny's house. But, he was being tricky...[Mary's eyes were as big as saucers]...Do you know what wolves like to eat? [shake] Little girls. [Now Mary has dinner plates for eyes, but William still has his chin propped, staring at the pile of bean beans]
Well, by the end of the story, when the hunter cuts open the wolf's tummy and out spring Granny and Little Red, Mary was completely taken aback. William pointed out that Little Red didn't stay on the path like her mommy said. Mary stared. Then, she spoke:
"If she had a car she would be safe."