The forest was my home. I lived there and cared a lot about this .
I tried to keep it neat and clean. A sunny day, while
I tried to symmazepso some garbage that had let a
camper, I heard footsteps ...
I jumped behind a tree and saw a little girl comes from a
trail carrying a basket. I was suspicious from the beginning because
wearing funny clothes olokokkina, and her head was covered with a
hood as if he wanted to recognize it. Naturally, I stopped
To investigate the issue. I asked her what was going, where
come, etc.
He told me a story about a grandmother who went to visit and
go to the food. It looked basically honest person, but she was in
woods and I looked suspicious with these clothes. So I decided to
show how important it is to prance, without notice, dressed
funny.
I let her continue, but I ran before this grandmother's house
of. When
I met a nice old lady, I explained my problem and
agreed that her granddaughter needed a lesson. The old woman agreed to
hidden until the cry. Hid under the bed.
When the girl arrived, I invited her into the bedroom where
I was in bed, dressed like his grandmother. The girl came to
red-cheeked and said something nasty about my big ears. In
I've been insulted before so I tried to say something positive. Said
that, perhaps, my big ears, allow me to hear better.
I meant was that I liked and wanted to watch what he says.
But she made another joke for gourlota my eyes. Now
understand how I began to feel about this girl, who was putting
a nice facade but it was very nasty. Nevertheless, I
policy to turn the other cheek and told her that I gourlota
eyes helped me to see her better. The next insult really
with agitated. I've got about my big teeth, and that
girl made an offensive remark. I know I should not miss
my temper, but I jumped out of bed and shouted that the
my big teeth would help to eat better.
Now let's be honest, no wolf would ever eat a
Girl, we all know this, but this crazy girl started to run
around the house screaming and I was trying to get to the
calm down. I took the clothes of her grandmother, but it seemed to
it worse. Suddenly the door opened with a loud and
a burly guy standing there with his ax. I looked
and I realized that I was in trouble.
There was an open window behind me and I went. I wish I could say that here ends the story.
But this old lady grandmother never did tell my side of
the situation.
Soon the word got around that I was bad and evil. Everybody started
to avoid. I do not know what that little girl with the funny red
clothes, but I never lived ever since well. So I decided to write you a
my story.
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