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.

I reached her grandmothers house hours ahead of her. I knocked. "Redd, is that you? Your early." Always the honest wolf, I said, "No, I'm a vegan wolf, and I really wanted one of your muffins, to figure out the recipe, but she wouldn't give me one. I came to ask you."

"Oh my! A friendly wolf, huh? Never met one of those before." She said, though not suspiciously. Soon she had let me in, and said, "Of course you can have one, wolf, but would you like some tea and biscuits while we wait?" "Yes please, and thank you ?" I paused not knowing her name. "I'm Loretta. And you are?" "I'm Wolfgang."

We sat and had a spot of tea, while waiting for Redd. Little did we know, the pigs had gotten worried and were on their way too.

I was just reaching for another biscuit, when Red and the pigs burst into the room. "Watch out Granny! That wolf's gonna eat you!" Red cried. "He would never eat anyone!" Spamala yelled in reply.

Just like that, the fighting started. Spamala, Loretta and I backed away. Spamala knew she couldn't win this battle, and I didn't want to hurt anyone.

Eventually, we backed into an odd looking mirror. The world spun, and Spamala screamed. Loretta groaned. "Oh no." she said. I found, and grabbed Spamala's hoof.

When the world stopped spinning, we were surrounded by thousands of mirrors. Where were we, some kind of mirror world?

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One Month Later...

I served each criminal one of my signature veggie tacos. It was taco Tuesday. I had become happy enough here, after the high security guards decided to let me cook.

As I sat down to eat my taco, two of the guards came in and handcuffed me. Luckily, because of my thick, matted fur, I couldn't feel the tight cuffs chafing my skin, or the cold either. "The plaintiffs want to see you." They said, roughly forcing me out of my chair, and slapping the taco out of my hand.

They dragged me into another small, dingy, and dim room, without giving me time to get to my feet, so that I was bruised, and bleeding a bit by the time I got to where the three pigs were waiting. "Hi Wolfie!" Spamala said cheerfully. She seemed to believe that we were friends, which was made obvious by the new nickname.

"It would be nice to have a friend..." I thought, not without longing. "Hello Spamala!" I replied with equal enthusiasm. She stood on tippy toes, as I bent over, so that she could give me a hug, and as she did, whispered her master escape plan into my 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, and I was grateful for my fame, but I needed fresh air. Real ingredients. A real shower. My fur was matted and sticky, and I was disgusted by my dirty paws touching other prisoner's food.

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

That morning I feigned sickness, and everyone had to eat cold, leftover tacos, that had been left out in the open, from yesterday. When all of the prisoners, and all the guards were inside of the cafeteria, I scraped at the spot they told me of, with a stolen little silver spoon, and found that the wolf sized section section of the wall was weakened by truffle roots. How convenient. It had also already been scraped almost all the way through, from the outside.

As I climbed through to my freedom, into the light, greeted by the blue sky's, the green grass, the trees gently swaying in the sweet summer breeze, which was ruffling my disgusting, matted fur, and three little pigs waiting for me. I breathed in deeply, loving the smell of fresh air, so unlike the smell of the dank prison.

We needed to move to another country, in order to go into hiding. "I hear India has really great spices, and lots of vegan dishes to learn." I said, hoping to go to a place with spectacular ingredients. "Then by all means, let's go there!" Spamala cried, as her greedy brothers licked their lips.

Sooner than I thought was possible, we had rented a truck, and bought loads of nasty road trip food from seven eleven. I growled as I opened a package of Cheetos. "Couldn't we have gotten some vegetables?" I whined for what must have been the hundredth time.

"Sorry Wolfie." Spamala said apologetically from behind the wheel. "We didn't have time to go to the grocery store. And even if we did, the fire to cook the vegetables would attract too much attention."

"We could eat them raw!" I whined. "And if we hadn't gone to seven eleven we'd have had ti-" My repeated argument is interrupted by Hamilton. "Shut up about the vegetables will you?! We can't change that now!"

"Yeah! Who wants to eat raw vegetables when you can have Doritos anyway?!" Hamlet squeals, ganging up on me with his brother. Soon we're all screaming at eachother, with me stretching around my seat in the shotgun position to get in Hamlet's face.

"Boys." Spamala was repeating, trying to break it up. "Boys!" "BOYS!" We only stopped yelling at each other, when Spamala swerved to the right pulling over at the same time as she was screaming, "EVERYONE SHUT THE HECK UP!"

We all clamped our mouths shut, humbled, Hamlet rubbing his head where it hit the window in the swerve. Spamala unbuckled her seatbelt so that she could turn to glare at each of us individually.

"What is this? Preschool daycare?" Spamala finally said. "It's amazing, how immature boys can get. I'm not your mother. Don't make me act like it. If you're going to behave like babies, I will treat you like babies." she scolded her brothers.

"And you Wolfgang." I gulped. She had said my real name, and that couldn't be good. "I'd expect this from my brothers, but you? I'm very disappointed." she said, shaking her head. She was disappointed in me. For some reason, it made me feel like crying. I could not put a finger on the reason.

"Now listen up idiots! The next pit stop we'll buy veggies for Wolfie, but until then, I don't want to hear a peep out of you!" "But Spam-" Hamilton is interrupted by his sister. "Uh uh uh! Not a peep!" She yelled through gritted teeth.

We spent the next few miles in silence as Spamala had instructed. When Spamala left us to go into Safeway, she instructed us to stay silent, telling us she'd know if we talked. I had no doubt that she would.

When she reentered the car, she sat in silence for a few minutes, before yelling, in a very intimidating manor, "Well, did you talk?" We all frantically shook our heads, and she seemed satisfied.

We spent the next few hours sitting in an increasingly awkward silence. Finally, we pulled into a vacant parking lot, so that we could switch drivers, giving Spamala a chance to sleep if she wanted it.

When she had sat down in shotgun, next to me, she said softly, yet loud enough for everyone to hear, "I reckon we were all a bit tired out after an eventful day. I'm sorry if I was a bit hard on anyone, it's just, distracted driving is very dangerous, and with all the commotion you were making, we were sure to get pulled over. That, and a car crash, is the only thing we can't afford. We'd all be carted off to jail."

We all nodded, recognizing the need for Spamala's actions. After sleep, we all were a bit less grumpy, and the rest of the drive was much more cheerful and it seemed as though we were in India in no time.

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