Rita Rode Away

Once there was a girl of 15 years old. Flaming hair hung in ringlets around her shoulders. She was traveling through the forest on her moped to visit her Grandmother and deliver the basket of cookies she had made especially for the elderly woman.

A wolf appeared out of an opening in the trees. He startled the girl. Grabbing the basket, he inhaled the cookies and snarled viciously, demanding more.

Rita was instantly offended that he had frightened her and bent her handlebars. She punched him; he fell to the ground. Stomping her foot, dusting off her cape she left.