A teasing similarity to Jon Scieszka’s masterpiece, but without its enormous success. From the tale the Wolf tells, he is innocence incarnate. But his comments to the reader (and the illustrations) paint a different picture. It seems the Wolf was a handyman for Grandma, so he witnessed the kid’s weekly visits—visits that made him feel left out and lonely. One particular day the Wolf was out gathering herbs (he’s vegetarian) and spotted Little Red bearing her basket laden with dentist’s-nightmare toffee. Taking the shortcut to warn Grandma to hide her teeth, he found her reaching for a dress and witnessed the fall and subsequent unconsciousness. Readers know the rest. Cohen’s detailed watercolors echo the wolf’s two-sidedness: One moment he appears to be a hardworking laborer, the next he is looking sly-eyed at Grandma. The final page shows him with a hobo’s stick over one shoulder, a bandaged stump of a tail and a sly look in his eye, looking for his next job: “No, please. Look at me. Would I lie to you?” Well, would he? (Picture book. 4-8)