It was dark.
the first thing the wolf heard was the shuffling of trotters on the ground. Then was the shadow. Then - eventually - he entered.
DangerPig.
The wolf let out a gasp of horror as the crime fighting pig came into view. Those terrifyingly short legs. That dangerous looking snout. That was when the wolf knew - his fate was sealed.
the pig trotted up to him. "Stop right there, wolf," he wheezed, "you're not going anywhere." There was an edge of finality (and asthma) in his voice.
"oh, spare me, I'm sorry!" The wolf cried, "I've only eaten pig without a licence once, twice... Wait a minute..."
the pig waited, snorting threateningly. But he needn't have worried, as the wolf only took a few hours.
"ah, yes, I believe it to be three thousand, two hundred and fifty-six," he eventually decided. "And a half. That one was too chewy."
"it's over, wolf," DangerPig replied, "there's no escape."and with that he ran (or rather he slowly walked, as he had just eaten a very big dinner) towards the wolf.
the furry criminal darted out of the way and ran off. DangerPig began to waddle after him but soon got too tired and fell asleep.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyE61QbcU7R
It was a failure for DangerPig. But even the best of heroes have bad days. And DangerPig would be back with twice the fury (and twice the mud - he was due a bath).
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