A3 - Wrong wolf
This has happend so far: The Earth still orbits the Sun.
Once upon the now infamous time, a wolf was walking about in a forest. He had just been expelled from his home by his mother. His mother was a vicious witch that spent her time flying around on a toothbrush stealing peoples pubic hair. Nobody knew what she did with all the hair she collected. Nobody in particular wanted to know.
He was walking around thinking about everything and nothing, in deep thought, when he heard a tiny girl's voice not far away.
He got closer, careful not to make any noises, and he had been correct; wandering about the forest was a little girl picking flowers she put in a bag (note that it was not a basket but most definately a bag).
'What a life', the wolf thought, but then he thought about himself and started to cry. The girl must have heard him, because she was coming towards him. He tried to stop, but couldn't. She came through the bushes and stood in front of him.
"Hi," she said.
"No," said the wolf. "Go away."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not supposed to meet you yet," said the wolf.
"But I'm not the one you think I am."
"You're Little Red, aren't you?"
"No," said the girl.
"Oh, bugger."
This had been, and would be for a day or two yet, the story of the wolf's life. Before you jump to conclusions, however, you should know that this wolf is not the wolf that in the end met Little Red. A few days later this particular wolf was so wrong it died from it. After that it wasn't wrong at all, and it was so for a long time.
As it happens, this story is about the wrong wolf, in the wrong forest and about the wrong girl. So what's the point of this story? Well, wolves are sometimes wrong too.