I'll fill in:  the little red abstractor skipped though the forrest of title wolves, seeking to oursource their fang sharpening to foreign contractors.  Red was sad to find that none of the wolves would even consider gnawing on her expensive, domestic picnic goods, and complained to the Wolf Pack board of we-don't-care.  Other skipping girls with well packed baskets (innuendo most inentional), also complained. 

The foreign bones didn't sharpen the wolves teeth as well, caused loss of gums and resulted in early deaths of the wolves.

The ultimate effect on the ecology was a species loss that resonated across the food chain.  Investigations were launched with donkeys and elephants stomping and blustering about the forrest, leaving the landscape in tatters.

Moral of the story:  kick a wolf when he's down.

I love fairy tales.  ;)