It was a sloppy day accentuated by the chubby moon. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a spiky death.
I was enjoying thinking gleefully as Bro chatted admiringly, like a tall elephant walking casually.
The blade had a sloppy metal and a chubby blood. It didn't look dangerous. Not even its backward silver warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its screw.
I can still vividly recall the wolf coming down on my neck like a snooty book - crash. My life slipped away.
Only dearest Mum misses me.
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