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The Sweetest Song

Little Daughter was picking flowers on the far side of the fence. Her papa had told her not to. Her mama weren't watching and Little Daughter had seen a beautiful yellow flower nodding in the breeze just beyond the fence.

'No harm in opening the gate and picking one little yellow flower," she thought to herself.
Then she saw a red one, farther away, shining like a little flame.
"No harm in picking a red one to put with the yellow one."
The she saw some blue flowers, farther away again.
"No harm in putting the blues with the red and yellow."

Soon the fence and gate were far behind her and she had a bunch of flowers in her hand.
It was shining and shining with such yellows and reds and blues and purples and pinks that she started to sing with happiness.
"Tray-bla, tray-bla, cum qua, kimo."

Suddenly she felt a shadow. She looked up and saw a wolf - a great gray wolf looking down at her with its yellow eyes.
The wolf opened it's mouth and spoke. "Sing that sweetest, goodest song again. "Tray-bla, tray-bla, cum qua, kimo.
And as she sang, the great gray wolf closed his eyes and smiled. And as she sang, Little Daughter tiptoed, tiptoed back towards the gate.

As soon as the song was over, the wolf opened his eyes and came bounding, bounding behind her.
"Did you move ?" "Oh no," said Little Daughter. "Oh no, dear wolf, why should I move ?"
"Why indeed ?" said the wolf. "Now sing me that sweetest, goodest song again."
So Little Daughter   sang the song again.
"Tray-bla, tray-bla, cum qua, kimo."
And as she sang, the great gray wolf closed his eyes and smiled.
And Little Daughter tiptoed, tiptoed  back towards the gate.

AS soon as the song was over the wolf opened his eyes and came bounding behind her.
"Did you move ?" "Oh no, dear wolf, why should I move ?"
"Why indeed ?" Now sing me that sweetest, goodest song one more time again."
So Little Daughter sang the song again.
"Tray-bla, tray-bla, cum qua, kimo."
And the great gray wolf closed his eyes and smiled.
Little Daughter tiptoed tiptoed back to the gate, and through the gate.

And as soon as the song was over, the wolf opened his eyes and came bounding behind her.
But "click" the gate was shut, and "clack" the gate was locked, and Little Daughter was safe.
Little Daughter was sweetest,  goodest safe inside, with a bunch of bright flowers in her fist.
And that was the end of that story.