Planning A Surprise Visit

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Starring Anne and Izzy

*Anne decides that she's going to surprise Walden and go to his den to visit him. Luckily, she remembers where they first met. As it turns out his den wasn't too far from there*...

Anne: Okay, I think I got everything.
Izzy: Good. And you have a gift to give him, right?
Anne: Yep! It's right here! *Holds up a chocolate bar*. He's always hungry, so I figured food would be a perfect gift for him.
Izzy: *Slaps the chocolate bar out of Anne's hand*. Are you crazy?! What's the matter with you?!
Anne: What was that for?
Izzy: Were you planning on killing him?! You can't give him chocolate!
Anne: Why not?
Izzy: He's a Werewolf! That means he's part wolf. And that means that he can't eat chocolate. It's like feeding him poison! This common knowledge about any canine, Anne!
Anne: Ooh! Okay, now I understand. I feel really bad, now.
Izzy: *Sigh*. It's okay, we can skip the gift. The only thing that matters is that you go to his den, surprise him, and have a nice time with him.
Anne: Right. Now that I think about it... I've never been in a den before. Aren't they a small hole in the ground that's only big enough for whatever lives in it?
Izzy: Yeah, but I wouldn't worry about it being too small or anything. His den is where he came from when he visited us as a full fledged Werewolf. So, it must be huge.
Anne: Good point.
Izzy: Thanks. Now, remember to ask him if you can stay the night there. If he says you can, call me and I'll be sure to tell Nick if he questions where you are.
Anne: Got it! This is going to be awesome!
Izzy: If you're ready, I'd head out now before he comes here. You know how often he likes to visit.
Anne: True that, here I go! *Opens the front door and leaves the house*.
Izzy: *Yells to Anne in the distance*. HAVE FUN WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!
Anne: *!*. IZZY!!!
Izzy: Heh heh. *Closes the door*.
Anne: Well Walden, ready or not here I come. *Heads in the direction of the woods*.

To Be Continued...

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