Muffins and Grandma

I was walking down a dirt paved walkway,

Feeling a light breeze push past me

Carrying the smell of something not too far,

A wif of delicious baked muffins still warm.

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My tongue salivated at the taste in the air

A sense of home, grandma, milk, and love...

Rushing toward the source,

Running, on all fours.

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The trees flew past,

Knowing my way-

I saw what made that smell

Muffins, in a basket, carried by a sweet girl.

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My mouth wet and dripping

Eyes open and drinking-

Step, step, step,

Here I am, coming.

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Her skipping and whistling,

So naive and loud.

Soon I'll eat her,

And, that muffin mound.

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Then I swoop in,

The delicate feel of her tender skin.

I gobbled her up! (disguised as a friend).

I'm the big bad wolf...

And this is Little Red's end.