TL;DR- Just another AWALT parable from the RP Machiavellian.

“The Wolf: An AWALT Parable”

“Nothing has changed since Little Red Riding Hood faced the big bad wolf. What frightens us today is exactly the same sort of thing that frightened us yesterday. It's just a different 'wolf'. This fright complex is rooted in every individual.” ― Alfred Hitchcock

Once upon a time there was a boy named Cody.

Cody was the son of a great lumberjack and they lived happily in a cabin deep in the woods. Cody loved his father and learned as much as he could from him. His father in turn taught him everything he knew.

One day while gathering wood to sell at the market, Cody saw a young wolf in a clearing. The wolf small and alone, howling for its mother.

“I should help that poor baby wolf.” cried Cody to his father.

“No son,” replied his father, “wolves are dangerous and cunning. You should always be alert around one.”

Cody looked back at the small wolf. “But not this one, papa!” he pleaded. “It’s much too small. And if he tries to eat me up, I have my axe!”

His father shook his head. “One day you’ll understand.”

The following day Cody’s father left to gather wood and never came home. Cody searched for days and days but knew his father was gone for good. Winter was coming and Cody would soon have to hunt for food and lumber to last him.

Luckily, Cody’s father had taught him well. He’d collected enough food to last him three winters over. He knew he’d surely be snowed in soon, so he gathered his supplies and locked up his cabin for winter.

During the worst of the blizzard, three loud knocks pounded on the cabin door. “Surely father’s come home to escape the storm,” thought Cody.

He opened the door to find not his father, but the young wolf from the clearing.

“Please sir,” whimpered the wolf, “I am so weak and cold. If I stay out here I’ll surely freeze.”

“My father warned me about wolves like you.” replied Cody. “You’re dangerous and cunning. You’ll try to eat me up.”

“Not I! Not I! I am not like those wolves!” pleaded the young wolf. “I am too small to be dangerous. And I am too young to be more cunning than you!”

Cody was still suspicious. “You knew winter was coming. Why have you not prepared?”

“I have been alone for a very long time.” sobbed the wolf. “I had no mother or father to teach me such things. The wolf sniffed the air. “Surely you have enough food to feed us both with some to spare. And I know not how to start a fire.”

The wolf noticed the axe by the fireplace. “Keep your axe close. Should you not trust me, strike me with that.”

Cody pondered. Surely a wolf as small and frail as this could do him no harm. And should it try, his axe wass much faster.

“Okay,” sighed Cody. “but should you try to eat me, you’re pelt shall make a fine coat.”

The young wolf entered the cabin and Cody locked the door behind it.

The weeks that followed were pleasant for Cody. He’d been alone for so long, it was nice to have someone to talk to. Cody told his stories and his father’s stories to the young wolf. The young wolf told it’s stories of its time with his pack and how he’d been separated. They taught each other games and learned from each other. Cody felt a bond to the young wolf.

But as the storm raged on, Cody had noticed the food was depleting faster than he’d predicted. Sure now it wouldn’t last them through the winter. He’d also noticed the wolf had grown in size. It’s teeth looked sharper, it’s claws longer. Cody confronted the wolf.

“Have you been eating more than you portion while I sleep?” Cody inquired.

“Heavens no!” cried the wolf. “Wolves do not lie. I would never take more than I needed.”

“How have you grown to such size so quickly, young wolf?” he inquired again.

“Wolves grow much quicker than boys.” retorted the wolf, “it is a well-known fact in the forest.”

Cody could not help but to distrust the wolf. He began sleeping with his axe clutched tightly in his palm. “Why do you grasp it so? Do you no longer trust me?” puzzled the wolf. “There are other dangers outside the cabin,” lied Cody. “I must be ready should we be attacked.”

Not long after, the last of the food perished. Days past and both Cody and the wolf grew hungrier still. Cody grew weaker and weaker from his hunger while the wolf remained large and foreboding. Every night the wolf watch Cody fall sleep. Cody’s fear of this kept him awake night after night. He became so tired and hungry, he could barely grip the axe.

“I’ve waited for this day a long time.” howled the wolf as he circled feeble Cody. “Day after day I’ve waited since you let me into your cabin.”

“How have you remained so big with no food?” Cody asked weakly.

“While you slept I’d hide the food in a cave in the forest. Bit. By. Bit.”

“Why haven’t you eaten me sooner?”

“You had the axe.” grinned the wolf. “Surely I’dve perished had I acting too soon. But in patience I’ve gained your food, your shelter and now… you.”

The wolf lowered its head. “You’ve made this a very easy winter. I feared I’d spend it cold and hungry.”

And the wolf pounced and ate Cody just was the sun began to peak through the storm clouds.

THE END

LL- All women are like that. Just because she doesn’t seem like a threat to you now, that reveals nothing about her nature in the future. Since none of us can know what the future holds, always recognize the potential danger a woman can pose before it’s too late to act. In the wise words of u/JP_Whoregan, “treat every ‘gun’ as though it is loaded”.