Once upon a time, there was a little wolf named Jane. She trotted down the forest with a small basket full of snacks in her muzzle. Soon, Jane came upon a human who began to ask her questions like “Who are you?” and “Where are you going”. Jane did not take her mother’s advice and talked to the stranger.

Soon, the wolf came upon her grandmother’s den, not knowing that her grandmother was lying on the floor with a narcotic in her belly.

What is the moral of the story here? (I made up this story, see if you can guess what I did here)XD