Little Red Riding Hood
We were on our way to grandma's house, head down, full of purpose, no time to waste. Then the smell of those chocolate covered pretzels with the sprinkles on top began to waft up from the basket. Maybe just a bite of one to make sure their good enough for grandma. This white chocolate is OK, but I don't think grandma would like this one with the dark chocolate and sprinkles. Oh whats the hurry anyway that wolf would never spot me here in the leaves with my hood pulled over my head.