Survival

You surrive for a few hours in his stomach, managing to breath on your own farts, you eventually make him sick and he spits you up. You run for the hills and discover a cabin in the woods. The same doornob as the wolfs house is preasent. "Maybe this will turn me back!" you think.

Written by chip the monk

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