It's a lovely day for a lie

I love fairy tales and I believe them all. It doesn't even matter that they contradict each other. The fact that something cannot be true doesn't deter me from the pursuit of fantasy.

I heard this fairy tale from a reliable source, I think it was MSNBC.

Once upon a time there was a monopoly called Microsoft wolf that used it's position to shear and eat the sheep all over the countryside. Once they were all dead or had armed themselves with Linux found a sheep dog to protect them he decided he was still hungry. He happened upon a cabin in the woods. The story changes perspective to that of Little Red Riding Hood now. She wanders through the woods picking up flowers for her grandma. She enters her grandmother's cabin and she sees her but she seems odd and her voice is strange.

The moral of the story is that having killed and terrorized their way to the top of the pack, wolves almost always enter a cocoon state in the body of their victims and become kindly grandmothers