|Who wouldn't be terrified of coming across this?!|
I really loved writing this scene. It's a little touch of humor with a whole lot of "holy crap" tossed in there. It reminds me of almost being attacked by my grandfather's demonic bull when I was a kid. My cousin, sister and I were just minding our own business, walking through the pasture, and he took offense for some reason. He had that "die, hussy, die" look in his eye. I swear, y'all, I felt like Timon being chased by the hyenas when that bull charged at us. There was all kinds of "He's going to eat me!" screaming going on. When I wrote this, that's what I remembered, and now every time I read it, that's what I think about. What can I say? Growing up on a farm never gets old.
My heart lurched in my chest as my eyes landed on a solid gray wolf, half obscured by a massive tree on the other side of the trail. He was staring in our direction, snarling softly. It wasn’t a "go away" snarl either. It was one of those "I’m going to eat you" snarls. I suddenly understood what Little Red Riding Hood must have felt when she figured out her grandma wasn’t her grandma.I was shaking in my boots.
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