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As soon as wolf began to feel

That he would like a decent meal,

He knocked on Grandma’s bedroom door

And found her sleeping like a bore.

He opened hungrily his serrated mouth

And swallowed her like a dish from the south.

But Grandma didn’t die, she fought,

She was much stronger than he thought,

He began feeling sick and ill,

And decided he hide on the hill.

On the way, he met the little girl in red,

She stopped, she stared and then she said:

“I’m going to see my grandmamma in her bed,

Poor old Grandma needs to be fed.”

But Wolf wasn’t listening anymore,

He couldn’t keep Grandma no more,

So he vomited her on the track,

And ran away never turning back.

CLAUZEL Owen

FABRE Thomas

CAUCHIE Bastien

MACHE Melchior