Return Of the Big Bad Wolf

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PART 2: Return Of the Big Bad Wolf

One Month Later...

I served each criminal one of my signature veggie tacos. It was taco Tuesday. I was happy enough here, after they decided to let me cook.

As I sat down, to eat my taco, the guards came in and handcuffed me. "The plaintiffs want to see you."

They dragged me into another small dim room, where the three pigs were waiting. "Hi Wolfgang!" Spamala said cheerfully. She seemed to believe that we were friends.

It would be nice to have a friend... "Hello Spamala!" I replied with equal enthusiasm. She gave me a hug, and as she did, whispered her master escape plan into my large ear.

Being known all throughout prison as the wolf that could blow down houses, and the one chef that made food that was more than edible, was nice, but I needed fresh air. Real ingredients.

I thought of the wonders of the outside world, as I went back to my cell and eventually fell asleep.

That morning I feigned sickness, and everyone got leftovers. When everyone, including the guards were all at the cafeteria. I scraped at the spot they told me of, and found that that section of the wall was weakened by truffle roots, and had already been scraped almost through, on the outside.

As I climbed through to my freedom, I Saw the three pigs waiting for me. We were to move to another country. "I hear India has really great spices, and lots of vegan dishes to learn." I said. "Then by all means, let's go there!" Spamala cried, as her brothers licked their lips. And off to India we went.
We had been caught in India, so we decided to go to Kentucky. We looked for a desolate spot in the woods, near good ingredients, to build our home.

PART 3: Return of the Big Bad Wolf (Again!)

Two Years Later...

*pursue your dreams even if something bad happens*

One day as I was gathering ingredients, I smelled some delicious muffins. Perhaps I could find the baker and ask for their recipe?

I wandered through the woods, following the smell, until I came to a path. I would follow that until I found those muffins.

I finally found the muffins, being carried by a little girl, so I tried to step onto the path. "Oof!" I was thrown backwards. Some kind of barrier has appeared. "No carnivorous animals!" It said.

The girl had heard me fall, and came to help me. "What happened sir- WOLF!!!" She screamed. She tried to run back onto the protected path, but I grabbed her wrist. "I just wanted to try one of your muffins!" I cried.

"Your hurting me!" The girl whined, not listening to me. I loosened my grip a little bit, and asked again. This time she looked at me curiously. "Wolves don't eat muffins." "Well this one does. I'm vegan."

"Yeah right! You probably want to taste me! Plus these are for my grandma. You can't have one!" "What's your name?" "I'm Redd," she said, pointing at her curly red hair, "But my friends call me Little Red Riding hood. You can't."

I let her go, and ran ahead of her, along the path. If I reached her grandmother first, I could ask her if I could have a muffin. I wanted to see if I could figure out the ingredients, by taste. I usually could.

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