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Mr Wolf waited for a bright red coat, the colour of blood so no one could tell whether the girl ever got hurt.

Not a sound could be heard in the forest. It doesn’t have a name for whoever tried never came back alive.

A girl with a coat the colour of blood was walking down a worn out trail. She wondered around in circles till she found she had made a hole. No life appeared to be inside so she crept further. A shape glowered in the distance.

Mr Wolf heard a sound and shot out…