Read: The Werewolf Epic

The Addition:

A clever girl, but humble still, her words
evinced a mind at work, and not afraid
to challenge mine, were worked in mild voice.
I thought my guarded heart the battlements
about it leapt, and like a prisoner
hotly pursued by ruthless, barking dogs
there set upon by weary sentinels,
dashed madly to my tongue to offer up
a promise to the dear Red Riding Hood:

Young girl, said I, your grandmother I know,
and from her woodland home back to this town
journeyed at night is not a path to take,
for there’s a beast whose slobb’ring maw would in
a yawn swallow you whole. I’ve seen this wolf
prowling about your grandmother’s abode;
he’s yet to enter in, for lo, each morn
your relative exits the hut unscathed.
I’ve once engaged this starving beast; stinging
arrows pierced not his hide. So stay within
until the sunlight softly gleams upon
the dewy ground, and I will check therein
to see you safely through the night’s terrors.