Wanderer Cape for Children

How it REALLY Happened: The Wolf sprinted through the woods, the little girl in the red cloak hot on his heels, and Grandma right behind. For pete’s sake, he’d only been doing his job—he was The Wolf! The village was dead ahead. He sure didn't plan to stop, but then Grandma whooped like a banshee for reinforcements, and suddenly he was cornered, with no way out, because there were those dratted pigs again, this time with pitchforks. Pigs never forget. Charm, he thought; Wolfy charm; it never fails; and he turned, and drew himself up with a wide, tongue-lolling smile, the pitchforks poking his backside as the pigs snarled. The little girl glared at him, and Grandma shrieked, “I’ll show you what we do to Wolves around here!” And she kicked him right straight out of the book! He landed plop in the middle of the children’s story time, howling - ahooowahOOOW!  And the Librarian, who did not allow that kind of thing, ate him up. Moral: Never mess with a kid in a cape. Cleaning instructions: