Fangs and words

Hmm... About the only place you think you can get it to where it won't cause that much damage would be your closet. You jog over there, fling out the junk on the floor and the clothes on the hangers, so the wolf doesn't damage them. In the morning, you'll call the animal control people and have them come to your house and take the wolf away to its natural habitat.

You get back to the wolf, and you swear it's shifted in its sleep. Frowning worriedly, you reach down and pull on the wolf's legs, just like you were doing before.

It instantly springs up and around, bowling you over, then pinning your shoulders to the ground! Thumps from the hard floor spray pain through the back of your skull. You struggle for a little bit, but this thing has you cold! Taking a good look, you see the thing's fangs bared, inches from your face... and your throat!

Through the horrible practice of overused cliches in movies, the responce to such a situation is burned like a cattle prod into your skull: you say, "N-nice doggie..."

"Oh, please." The wolf says.

Written by picklejuice

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