“Is she coming?” asked Wolfie. Terry looks through the bushes to see if the girl was coming. “Yeah, she’s here,” said Terry. “That’s good! Now, places! Places, Terry!” shouted Wolfie as they both scatter around the forest to hide. “Oh, la, la, la. I’m just a cute, little girl, strolling merrily through this totally wonderful, not dangerously mysterious and terrifying forest, singing a cute, little tune. Being the cute, little girl I am,” sang the little girl as she swung her basket freely and smiled so sweetly. “Oh, la, la, la, la. I’m so cute. Nothing bad will ever happen to me. Yes, for I am so cu-“ sang the cute, little girl before she gets attacked by a vicious, gray wolf named Terry. Terry uses his paws to claw up the little girl. Terry smacks the basket out of the little’s girl’s now ripped-off hand, and the basket lands somewhere to the ground, destroyed. The little girl screams and her flesh and blood goes everywhere as Terry rips her up limb from limb. “Well, hello there, you cute, little girl,” said a wolf hiding in the shadows named Wolfie. Wolfie comes out of the darkness, revealing himself to be wearing a black top hat, an oracle connected to the suit, and a black, buttened-up suit with a short, black bowtie. “What are you doing out here in these- Terry! Terry, no! Stop! Please, Terry!” shouted Wolfie as he got down on his legs and charged at his brother, Terry, who was killing and devouring the little girl. “Terry, what do you think you’re doing?” Wolfie shouts as he and his brother both get up, standing like humans. “What? We were going to eat her, right? That’s what you were talking about. Seeing this cute, little girl just walking through the dark woods. You wanted to dress up like your some royal gentleman who would help her, but really, was just going to-oh, I don’t know-instead do this,” Terry says as he gets his paws to point at the little girl’s torn-up, bleeding body and her ruined basket, pieces of it dispersed everywhere. Wolfie moves his head down and angrily growls and clenches up his paws like fists, starting to swing his arms around in a hissy fit. “I can just hate you sometimes, Terry! Really hate you! What you did was not a part of the plan at all!,” Wolfie aggressively shouts at his brother as he has his arms out to push his brother, Terry. “If you would just do what I tell you to, if you would just listen to me for once, maybe we wouldn’t have to fight all the time, Terry!” The wolf shouts as he stomps his paw from one of his lower legs and really gets all up in Terry’s face. Terry growls at Wolfie to back off, which Wolfie promptly does. “Leave me alone!” shouted Terry. “Okay, you know what? You’re on your own because I am going!” shouted Terry as he got down on all fours and ran off somewhere in the dark woods. “Good! Good. That’s great! I don’t need you. I don’t need you at all! I’m perfectly fine doing things all by myself!” Wolfie shouts as he walks closer to where Terry was before Terry ran off and points at himself. “Alright, fine! Hey, I’ll give you an idea if you really want to hear it?” shouted Terry as he was running off to the woods. “Yeah, what’s your idea?!” shouted Wolfie. “Why don’t you take off the clothes you’re wearing right now and put on the dead little girl’s clothes on instead?” Shouted Terry. “What?! Why?!” shouted the confused Wolf. “That’s because I heard that this cute, little girl I killed has a grandma who lives in a house in these woods if you go far enough!” shouted Terry. “Really? This girl has a grandmother? A grandmother who lives here, up in some house? So, there’s more fresh meat for me to happily devour?” asked Wolf as he happily compressed his hands together and smiled deviously. “Okay, you know what? Yeah! I’ll do that! Yeah, thanks for the idea, Terry! Maybe I do need you, just a little bit when it comes to stuff like this! Oh, wait! Just kidding! I was already going to do that, so ha! I still don’t need you!” shouted Wolfie as he was taking off his clothes and held his hand up against his mouth to make sure Terry heard him say that, even though he didn’t think of doing that at all. Wolfie went through the dead girl’s body to get her red hood and cape off of her. Wolfie was also thinking of taking off the rest of the girl’s clothes until he realized how weird that was. Wolfie had the red cape and hood on, which Wolfie thought was just enough to fool that grandma. She probably could not pay attention or know well enough to see that her daughter is actually a big wolf in disguise. Wolfie was off on his way to get to grandma’s house as he was merrily strolling in the dark forest until he stopped. “Wait, that basket the girl was holding, was she going to do something with it when she was going to see her grandma?” Wolfie asked to himself. “Nah, I’ll be fine. I can just make something up about what happened to it. I’m good to go,” Wolfie says as he convinces himself that he’s good without the basket. As Wolfie merrily goes into the forest, he sings a song to himself. “Oh, la, la, la, la, la, I’m just a sly, terrible wolf strolling merrily in this wonderfully, totally terrifying and mysterious forest singing a sly, terrible little tune,” terribly sang the Wolf as he swung his arms playfully and uncontrollably. “Oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, and la,” the Wolf continued to sing terribly as he went on his way. The Wolf continued to stroll merrily and singing his song terribly. Oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, an- AHHHHH” sang then screamed the Wolf out of intense pain from getting attacked by a massive grizzly bear. The massive grizzly bear was roaring and clawing at Wolfie’s face and body, causing the red cape and hood to be bloodied and messed-up. The massive grizzly bear sank its teeth into Wolfie’s body, leaving a big, bloody mark. The massive grizzly bear took its now bloodied teeth out, continuing to roar until Wolfie managed to get its paws around the bear’s face and head but the bear badly, leaving the bear to collapse on the ground with a massive, earth-shattering thud, which the wolf managed to escape from in just the nick of time. “Okay, well, that just happened. Ah, well, anyways, la, la, la, la, la, la, and la,” Wolfie continued to sing terribly and stroll merrily despite bleeding and having the red cape and hood it’s wearing being ruined. Wolfie was still merrily strolling through the forest, singing horribly, albeit a bit more self-conscious over being in the forest. “Oh, la, la, and la, and la, la and la, and la again,” Wolfie horribly sang as he strolled more slowly and was eyeing around the forest to see if anything would pop-out of nowhere. Wolfie was attacked again but more brutally by a vicious fox and cougar, along with several bats and squirrels. The fox and cougar were growling, fighting on, hitting, and sinking their teeth into Wolfie. Wolfie was moving around and screaming for help as he was getting mauled by the cougar and the fox while also being bitten and beated up by the bats and squirrels. The Wolf was getting punched, kicked, clawed-up, humped on, urinated on, defacated on, and verbally abused. “Hey, what do you call a wolf getting beated up by a squirrel?” asked one of the squirrels punching him in the face. “I don’t know. What? What is it?” asked the beaten-up wolf. “A wolf that sucks so much, he should just jump off a cliff and fall flat on the ground, and stay flat, not being all alive and fine like that Wile E. Coyote!” shouted the squirrel confidently as he laughed to himself. “ Don’t bring my cousin in this! It’s not his fault that he’s like that! That he can’t just die or that he’s that bad at catching animals, especially birds for some reason. He’s not weird or some freak of nature. You know, animals are animals!” shouted Wolfie trying to normalize his weird, freak of nature cousin. “Yeah, hey, Wolfie, how’s mating season been? I hope you find someone you love,” said one of the other squirrels beating Wolfie up, joining in on the mockery. “Oh, but one thing. Just make sure they can actually move and don’t have any raccoons or vultures around them!” shouted one of the squirrels as he started to laugh and get hive fives and fist bumps from the other squirrels. “Hey! Hey, Wolfie!,” shouted one of the other squirrels. “I love you!” shouted that squirrel. “Oh, really. You actually mean it?” asked Wolfie. “Yeah, man, I really mean it!” shouted that squirrel, confusing all the other animals around him. “Oh. Oh, you don’t know how much that really means to me,” Wolfie says as he even starts to tear up. “I love beating you up!” the squirrel says as he also laughs and get a few high fives and fist bumps from the other squirrels and even from the fox and the cougar. “Also, your mom was fat and old. She dead now. Your dad was a pretty good dad for leaving her after she died and after he met that girl, Teresa! That hottie!” shouted that squirrel as he laughed hysterically. Wolfie got so irritated by that comment, he picked up that squirrel by grabbing it aggressively. He put it up against his face and stared at it with a serious frown on his messed-up looking face. Wolfie kept going through the forest, but this time with blood and guts smeared all over him. Wolfie still had the red cape and hood on, but the red hood and cape were completely tore up. “Yeah. Okay, after what just happened, I’m not gonna bother even singing a little bit,” said Wolfie as he crossed his arms and just walked to grandma’s house. Another bear tried to attack Wolfie, but Wolfie instead just smacked the bear in the face. “No! No! No! Nuh-uh! No way! No!” Wolfie loudly shouted at the bear. Wolfie continued crossing his arms and walking to grandma’s house very angrily. Wolfie walked and walked until he finally saw grandma’s house. “Oh, man! Oh, yeah! I made it!” excitedly shouted Wolfie as he ran to grandma’s house and got inside, closing the door behind him. “Hey, dude. What’s up?” asked Terry, who smiled as he got to see Wolfie’s shocked reaction. “I know you’re surprised, but let me explain,” said Terry. “After I attacked that girl, I developed a whole to plan to get back at ya. From making you want to dress up as the little girl, the attacks that you clearly got, which were really some of my good friends. You didn’t kill any of them, did you?” asked Terry. “No! No. I didn’t,” said Wolfie promptly. “Okay. Oh, and of course this,” said Terry as he lifted the sheets off the bed, revealing a bloodied, bruised-up grandma. “Now, look, Wolfie, I know I can be annoying, but I’m family and you need me to be there for you just like any other family member,” said Terry. YouNow do you want to-“ Terry says before he sees his brother Wolfie devour the grandma. “Hey, let me have some! I attacked her first!” said Terry as he and his brother decided to rip apart and eat her together as a family.