The boy was dressed like a peasant from an old kingdom. Shaggy black hair, strange red eyes, an' nails almost like claws.
Maybe that's why he wants me to call him the wolf.
I brushed the hair coverin' my left eye, lookin' forward. The dirt road was faded, an' the trees almost curved into a dome over it. Not much sunlight passed through. No birds sang. But the wind blew hard.
Over my tight, short, purple dress, my overly large red jacked, blew in the direction of the wind. I lost my map just shortly after 'the wolf' went on his way, due to the wind. Lookin' at the sky, I heard what sounded like a crack. An' indeed it was, the top of a tree had broken an' was fallin' right to me.
I couldn't move, my body had froze. I felt a force push me, an' everythin' went black.
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The Wolf Who Fell In Love With Little Red Riding Hood
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