Once upon a time,there was a wolf.The wolf is actually me.Let me tell you my personality.I am a 11 years old which is actually 62 years old in human years.I extremely hate the colour red as it reminds me of anger.Each time I see anything in the colour red,I will go and rip it out.To make things worst,I have not eaten for days.
I tried to hunt for my food but I'm too slow and old.I would do anything for food.I'm really famished.
One day,after a few hours of seacrhing for food,I saw a little girl.I mean no harm to her but what I saw really made me angry.She was wearing a red cloak.I went there to try and ripping her apart there while she was picking some flowers.However,I realised that if I rip her apart there,there will be blood everywhere and when people see it,they will come and hunt me down.I acted like a gentlemen infront of her and I found out that she will be visiting her grandmother.She went off.I took a shortcut to her grandmother's house and when I saw the girl's grandmother,she looked delightfull to eat.I gobbled her up.I found a clothing that was really comfortable so I wore it.A few minutes later,the little girl came knocking.
"It's little RED riding hood"she said.
She let herself in and thought I was her grandmother.She asked me a lot of questions and I tried to cover up.She asked me that why I had really big teeth and I felt insulted.So I got up and chased her.She ran out of the house and went to woodsman.The man grabbed me and made me spit out the girl's grandmother.It felt really disgusting.
I woke up in a house and I could remember what had happen after I vomited out the grandmother but my head hurt.I was being kept as a pet to the man who made me spit out the human.My life was better there as I was given food daily and I do not have to hunt for it.
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