There are some people who live in a house next to ours, and last Wednesday they told us what happened to their grandmother. I will tell you the story now.

In the wood (a 20 minute walk) a little red girl called Mel was carrying some things for a party she was going to host because it was Christmas Eve. As she walked she came across a wolf. The wolf was from Spain (we know this from his colour - English wolves are black, Spanish wolves are grey, anyway). The wolf said, "morir" (I have a Spanish dictionary), which basically meant 'I will eat you'.

At that very moment an acorn fell out of a tree. "Hola. Oiy, who threw that?" And, bounced off of the wolf's head. Suddenly it turned snowy and gloomy and the wolf lost his mind.

He asked the girl in red where she was going.

She said to see her grandmother.

He said can I come.

She said sure.

When they got there (the journey was cold and wet) the grandmother opened the door. "Who have you brought there my dear?" She asked.

"A wolf." The girl replied.

"A wolf. A wolf! He will kill you." As quick as she could move, the grandmother grabbed a frying pan and hit the wolf on the head.

Suddenly the wolf's mind returned. He leapt forward and dug his claws into the grandmother, flicking her over his back before running away to eat 'granmar' at home with his wife.

The girl in red stayed at the house. 90 years later the elderly red lady was still there, she is there now.