Wolf Wants a Cookie: Fantasy

A boy wants a Christmas cookie. If she didn't want people to come sniffing around, he reasoned, she wouldn't live in a gingerbread house. And she wouldn't be baking sugar cookies--mm, sugar cookies, fresh from the oven. He salivated, and a long tongue unrolled to lick his chops as he slunk around the corner of the house. He didn't even give though to changing back to human form, though he'd heard that some people were less scared of a tall, rangy man with impossible hair and a sharp smile than they were of a wolf. Silly people. The wolf was simple. The man got complicated, sometimes, if he stayed i man-shape for too long. They were in the woods. So, a wolf was the right shape. Wolf wanted a cookie.


Inspiration: Image of Christmas cookies.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh. This is an odd spawn of fairytales and urban fantasy.