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it was dark inside the wolf. very dark, like pitch black. you know how every story about me always starts with little red riding hood was on her way to her grandmother’s cottage in the woods. well, I’m gonna be here a while so I might as well tell you the real story. it actually did start out with me heading to my grandma’s cottage…although, I never actually made it there. you know-how in the story the wolf acts like the grandmother? yeah, no real wolves are NOT like that. the wolf smelled the freshly baked chicken pot pie and since I had been in the very house where my mother was making the pot pie I smelled just like it, and then well you can guess what happened next, yeah…I went behind a tree to hide taking off my cape and leaving on a small tree right across from me. I don’t exactly know why I did it I just did. it was stupid really. the wolf wasn’t going to eat the tree much less the cape. I then followed the wolf out of curiosity and where did he go you might be asking right now. he went to my grandmother’s cottage. but when I went around back to see if my grandma was ok. she was just fine, but she had a red cloth in her hands along with a freshly baked chicken pot pie. Tripping over my own thoughts I landed on the possibility that my own grandmother was the wolf that tried to eat me. I had tried to back up stepping right in a giant puddle with a frog underneath the water’s surface, which in turn caused the window to shatter because I had just smacked my hand into it. causing my grandma to jump to her feet and rush over to the back of the cottage. The next thing I know I’m being swallowed whole or something and everything is dark. now…I’m here telling a complete stranger this story that so many people had changed to sound better and more child-appropriate. I saw a light and I figured the wolf was throwing me up because I didn’t want to assume the other way around. I didn’t hit the ground. I just woke up…in my own bed…and thought that was an interesting nightmare. I’ll tell you this much…if I hadn’t gotten out of bed to use the restroom I would’ve never woken. Not because I was dead but because I was going to be. wolves had always been slaughtered on the spot for years where I was from. the same thing would’ve happened if I didn’t get to myself first because I was the wolf that my grandma was in my dream.