The Girl and The Three Wolves

Once upon a time, in the middle of a deep and dark mystical forest, there was a mangy little cottage that was falling apart. The door was barely hinged on and the windows were jagged with shards of glass, sparkling like glitter on the ground. The wall panes of house were rotting and the roof was caving in. No one ever dared to enter the forest because everyone knew that there were a pair of vicious wolves who lived there. If you got too close to the forest, the wolves would snatch you up, carry you away to their rotting cottage and eat you up. Sometimes they would even dress in disguises, go into town and kidnap little children who strayed too far from home.

One day the she-wolf felt something jumble around in her belly and she fell down, howling in pain. She felt like she her guts were exploding inside her. Before she could do anything about the pain, she heard an electrifying scream and found herself lying in a puddle of her own blood. There was so much blood everywhere. When she looked up she saw a human baby, naked and crying on the blood-drenched floor. She was about to take a closer look at the child, when she felt another exploding jumble and the floor was slapped with a second gush of blood. When she looked again, there was a bloody wolf cub lying next to the crying child.