Mr. Wolf has all figured it out

A little chat about Mr. Wolf.

Hello, everyone! I believe you guys all know me, but I'll introduce myself  anyway. I'm big bad wolf. Well, at least I used to be. After I met that little red hoodie girl, I really got sick of this nonsense. Like, being scary or something like that. And also, seriously, who would have guessed that small girl throw me into the river! Don't you thing it was litte too cruel? I mean, I had to eat something to survive in ...in...that harsh forest! And that little girl was my prey! Humans eat a lot of animals. Pigs, cows, and even fish! Come to thing of it, humans are the ones being cruel, not me! Right? But there was really nothing I could do about it. After I got thrown away with rocks rattling in my belly, I thought I was going to die. And? I was right. I was killed by that dam'n little girl and dam'n little granny of hers. Oh, and don't forget about that dam'n hunter. Anyway, I was dead. But something amazing happened. Like, I was re-borned as....um....it's hard to explain myself. To put it simple, I became a half-wolf and half-human. It's different from the warewolves. They are more like animal. But I look more like a human. Like a real human, you know. The ones that walk with two feet. And I can transform into a wolf form whenever I want. I thought it was not that bad. Actually it was great to live in two forms. Sometimes I'm human and sometimes, I was a wolf. It was all good. 

But, something got wrong. Really wrong. Can you guess what was the problem? The problem was.........
I never aged. I was in the form of twenties- in human age- for 100years. I knew something went wrong. But, there was nothing I could do about it, again. So? I just lived. Lived and lived and lived. Once I had some friends. I remember Sherry. She was really nice to me. She always took a walk with me in the forest. Sometimes we went on a nice picnic, sometimes we made a delicious food together. We were best of friends. But, you know how the things work, right? Human, all humans die. All of them turns into the twinkling star, someday. And that day came a little early for Sherry. She became the most beautiful star in the night sky in the age of twenty eight. It was her birthday. I think I was in my cave for at least half of year. Crying. I didn't eat anything, for six months. But I survived. I don't know why, but I did. After my precious Sherry died, I was all alone. I was afraid to say good bye to someone I love. Also, I didn't want anyone to be my friend except for Sherry. I missed her and I still do. Really long time has passed after her death. 250 years to be precise. Oh, I remember the time when Sherry throw a party for my birthday. She made me a raspberry cake, my favorite. It's like I can still taste that flavor of happiness. She did that every year since we became friends. She was so kind and bright. I miss her. 

By the way, today is my birthday. Can you tell me happy birthday for me, instead of Sherry? It will be such a pleasure. If you do that, I'll tell you more about myself. And I know you will enjoy the story of my daily life. Because something always happens to me. Always.