Post by eviedransfield on Jun 22, 2014 20:56:44 GMT
10th of July 1900
Dear diary,
What a truly terrible day I have had. It started off normally like any other hot summers day. I lay in the woods with beams of the scorching sun catching me through the branches. The heat became unbearable so I went to the huge lake. I then ran in and swam for a while in the cool fresh water, my paws brushing past the odd fish every now and then. I came out of the lake and loped around in the sun some more, letting my magnificent grey coat dry. By two I decided to try and find a huge oak tree to climb up and sleep on.
I was awoken with a start by roaring thunder. I looked up through the branches and great big dollops of rain hit my fur and the lighting crashed, the wind wailing. I jumped down from the tree and ran to my home, a small cave under the rocks in the woods. I ate some berries and grass for dinner, ripping open the soft raspberries with my paws. The purple colour oozed over my paws. You may find my meal odd. It isn't something normal wolves have but I guess I'm different, always have been. I just don't like killing anything. I curled up on the cold hard floor of the cave and fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up suddenly, as I heard human voices at the foot of my cave. What on earth could be going on? Humans lived in the woods and there was a village nearby but I hardly ever saw them, let alone have lots of them at my cave.
'There is the wolf and look here is the grandmothers dress!' One of the humans pointed at me and picked up the flower dress lying on the floor of my cave. I stayed extremely still, frozen in time. I hated violence and didn't want to scare the humans so I didn't move at all.
'You're going to be killed wolf! We will lock you up and kill you after what you have done. Right when I found Little Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother dead I knew it would be you and here is her dress, which is even more proof your the culprit.' The humans shouted, lots of them holding bow and arrows.
At this point I was frightened. I hadn't killed Red Riding Hood and her grandmother. The humans tied my paws up and dragged me to a cell,all of them confused why I wasn't fighting back or hadn't used my sharp pointed teeth to cut through the ropes. I knew that after finding the grandmothers dress in my cave the humans would have every reason to think it was me. But I could never reveal the reason to them why I had her dress. It is like a constant dark cloud watching over me. My family would be so ashamed. They are so proud of me as they think I'm the perfect wolf. They don't know I hate hunting and would rather lie in the sun than kill innocent animals! You see, the reason why I had her dress is because it's what I enjoy, dressing up in womans clothes. A few weeks back I snuck into the little grandmothers cottage. Her cottage was filled to the brim with vases of flowers and had the scent of freshly baked cakes. While I was there I stole her crimson flower dress. I just don't know what to do anymore, my family think I'm a hero because I'm the number one suspect. I'm glad they don't they know the truth, it would be a whole lot worse..
Dear diary,
What a truly terrible day I have had. It started off normally like any other hot summers day. I lay in the woods with beams of the scorching sun catching me through the branches. The heat became unbearable so I went to the huge lake. I then ran in and swam for a while in the cool fresh water, my paws brushing past the odd fish every now and then. I came out of the lake and loped around in the sun some more, letting my magnificent grey coat dry. By two I decided to try and find a huge oak tree to climb up and sleep on.
I was awoken with a start by roaring thunder. I looked up through the branches and great big dollops of rain hit my fur and the lighting crashed, the wind wailing. I jumped down from the tree and ran to my home, a small cave under the rocks in the woods. I ate some berries and grass for dinner, ripping open the soft raspberries with my paws. The purple colour oozed over my paws. You may find my meal odd. It isn't something normal wolves have but I guess I'm different, always have been. I just don't like killing anything. I curled up on the cold hard floor of the cave and fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up suddenly, as I heard human voices at the foot of my cave. What on earth could be going on? Humans lived in the woods and there was a village nearby but I hardly ever saw them, let alone have lots of them at my cave.
'There is the wolf and look here is the grandmothers dress!' One of the humans pointed at me and picked up the flower dress lying on the floor of my cave. I stayed extremely still, frozen in time. I hated violence and didn't want to scare the humans so I didn't move at all.
'You're going to be killed wolf! We will lock you up and kill you after what you have done. Right when I found Little Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother dead I knew it would be you and here is her dress, which is even more proof your the culprit.' The humans shouted, lots of them holding bow and arrows.
At this point I was frightened. I hadn't killed Red Riding Hood and her grandmother. The humans tied my paws up and dragged me to a cell,all of them confused why I wasn't fighting back or hadn't used my sharp pointed teeth to cut through the ropes. I knew that after finding the grandmothers dress in my cave the humans would have every reason to think it was me. But I could never reveal the reason to them why I had her dress. It is like a constant dark cloud watching over me. My family would be so ashamed. They are so proud of me as they think I'm the perfect wolf. They don't know I hate hunting and would rather lie in the sun than kill innocent animals! You see, the reason why I had her dress is because it's what I enjoy, dressing up in womans clothes. A few weeks back I snuck into the little grandmothers cottage. Her cottage was filled to the brim with vases of flowers and had the scent of freshly baked cakes. While I was there I stole her crimson flower dress. I just don't know what to do anymore, my family think I'm a hero because I'm the number one suspect. I'm glad they don't they know the truth, it would be a whole lot worse..
