“It was not my fault!” , i gave a yeap as the woodcutter came running after me brandishing his axe, yelling in anger. I leaped over the fence and ran as fast as my four limbs could carry me into the woods. i know the surroundings of the woods at the back of my palm so i will be able to shake him off there. The wind is blowing from behind me and the scent of the woodcutter become fainter as i ran deeper into the heart of the woods. i started to slow down my pace and i sat down to catch my breath. It was not my fault to begin with, my reputation was tarnished because of the tall tales spread by the mischevious little red riding hood.
It all started when i quarreled with little red riding hood’s grandmother over a issue of her spitting at my plants and giving me aggresive actions by pointing fingers at me. i just taught her niece a lesson for throwing rotten eggs at my doorstep and this is what she did to me before i get to say anything. i tried to explain but she forbid me from doing so by taking a broom from her house that was just beside mine and swiping me with it. i could not endure it any longer and gave a threatening howl at her face. She stared at me for a moment and fell to the ground, looking unconscious. That was when little red riding hood came along and saw her grandmother on the floor.
She screamed and then came along the villlagers with weapons as though wanting to kill me. She wept and tears started rolling down her cheeks and she kept pointing at me. i stared at her looking dumbfounded and told the villagers it was not me. However, the villagers took no explaination and the woodcutter came after me. Now, here i am as a fugitive fleeing for my life after being discriminated by the villagers. Little red riding hood acting pitiful because of her chubby face really infruiated me and i gave a howl, knowing that i will be a outcast for the rest of my life.