Little Red Riding Kim surveyed the forest before him. A wolf howled in the distance but Kim felt not trepidation. The wind blew an icy gale and though birds fell dead from the sky Kim felt only the searing determination of the mighty Korean people. He glanced down at the basket of Taepodong 2 missiles he would deliver to his grandfather and found his resolve once more renewed. Little Red Riding Kim set forth and though the snow was deep it could do nothing to fetter the inevitable onward march of socialism. The forest, once dark, was now illuminated by the elucidating intellect of the Great Successor and all shadows of reactionary cynicism were vanquished. Without any shadow of capitalist lies to hide behind there now appeared a wolf.
Nada4 31 - The Manual of Kim Jong-il
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