Dear mom,
It’s me – your son Alfred Wolf, I’m sorry that I hadn’t come to your donut party and it’s because I’m in trouble with the police again, I’m in jail. But this time it has no relation between having a crush on Little Red Riding Hood and an arrest, because she is starting to like me. I would phone you but I used it to call pizza deliverer, I was under stress and you know how it reflects on my appetite.
The reason why I am behind bars is those three piglets’ abhorrent behaviour; their houses are ruined and they’re trying to blame this on me and the last straw is that they’re thinking that I wanted to cook a roast of them. All problems started when they came in my neighbourhood.…
