Little Red Riding Rabbit

A teen-age bobby-soxer is strolling through the forest singing this song in a loud, obnoxious voice. “The five o’clock whistle’s on the blink. The whistle won’t blow, and wha’d ya think? My poppa’s still in the factory, ’cause he don’t know what time it happens to be.“Out of one side of the basket she is carrying, Bugs emerges, chewing a carrot. “Ah, whacha got in the basket, gorgeous?“ “I got a little bunny rabbit I’m taking to my grandma.“ “Hm. Not a bad pair o’ stems for a rabbit.“ “Yeah, and he’s got a cute face, too. See?“ Red reaches in and grabs Bugs by the scruff of the neck, pulling him out to show. She continues walking, humming her song. A wolf is watching her and sneaking between the trees. He uproots a sign that reads, “Shortcut to Grandma’s House,“ and changes its direction. Red takes the wrong path. The wolf goes up to Grandma’s house and finds a note on the door. “Red- Working swing shift a Lockheed. Love Grandma. P.S. Leave rabbit under door.“ The wolf tears down the note, goes insid