My mother surely knew the wolf lurked along that path. She had to know the world's filled with wolves, that their special habitat is a forest where little girls walk alone. She dressed me in the color of raw meat, she filled my basket with warm-scented goodies and sent me specifically into the woods. A long way into the woods. For years, I believed it was wolves that I had to beware. Lois Beebe Hayna Lois Hayna (lhayna@peoplepc.com) is surprised and amused that her adult reading of the old fairy tales differs so greatly from the way she viewed them as a child.
The artwork at the top of the page is by Nethery Wylie.