“A box of chocolates among other things,” replied Mother.
“I thought sugar was bad for you,” Nina observed.
“Never mind that. Put on your little red riding hood and hurry
along.”
Nina wound her way through the woods and soon arrived at Granny’s house.
“Ooooh, chocolates,” Granny cooed as she popped one into her
mouth.
“Granny, aren’t sweets supposed to be bad for you?” Nina
worried.
A loud, insistent knock was heard at the door.
Keeping the basket on her lap, Granny responded: “Not when you live alone-
Sometimes they come with a preservative.”