My goal was to hear about her long ago encounter with the wolf and the magic that saved her. Or did it?
'That's on account of my night-cap, child,' replies the Wolf.
'Oh! what hairy arms you've got, Grandmother!'
'All the better to hug you, my child.'
'Oh! what a big tongue you've got, Grandmother!'
'All the better for answering, child.'
'Oh! what a mouthful of great white teeth you have, Grandmother!'
'That's for crunching little children with! 'And the Wolf opened his jaws wide to swallow me.
She nabbed him into her magical sack and then threw him down the well where he drowns.” She smoothed her cloak. “My golden-hood was torn but years later after I apprenticed with Grandmother she gave me this red cloak.”