To My Grandmother

 Once upon a time, at bedtime, a little boy asked his grandmother to tell him a story, which she did with great pleasure.

 In this tale, the big bad guy was a wolf... A bad guy who wasn't as bad as all that, but never mind. While his grandmother read, the little boy imagined a dark and hostile world where the wolf was the master...

Suddenly gripped by anxiety, he interrupted his reading and exclaimed: ‘Do you think it would be possible, Grandma, for a wolf to come into my room one night? ’Grandma reassured him at once, telling him that it was only a story and adding in an amused tone that if a wolf dared to come here and bother him, she would teach him a good lesson, to the point that he would never try to do it again. She laughed, and so did the boy.

Reassured, the child imagined a humorous scene in which his grandmother was like a superhero with a colourful backdrop like a beautiful spring day. No sooner had she resumed reading than the little boy had already fallen asleep