Who else besides one of the three little pigs lives in this house? On my running route, between our house and the embassy, lives, I assume, Grandmother, of Little Red RIding Hood fame.
When I was five or six years old I HEARD, with a wheelbarrow full of coins, in the hall, coming towards my room, the toothfairy. Seeing this wolf/stray dog that looks exactly LIKE a wolf right in front of that little house felt like that. I'm never going running in my red riding hood again!
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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