Once upon a cake and gathering nuts, knocked at the door and the wolf, said “I’ll go”.
The poor child lived in a cake.
“The wolf,” said the bedclothes, “Put the wolf…”
Oh I hear she was excessively fond of little flowers. It suited the wolf.
The wolf pulled the shortest path and was greatly amazed to her, softening his voice as he could, "Pull the little pot of butter upon you.”
“Grandmother, what big ears you have!”
“All the better to hug you with, my dear.”
“Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!”
“All the better to hug you with, my dear.”
“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!”
“All the better to see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill.”
The wolf cried out, “Pull the cake ! Pull the prettiest creature who lived!” believing her nightclothes, and ate her up, and ate her nightclothes, and was in bed.
Markov Chain
