“Oh, come on now, I’ll stay and help,” Frank said. “There’s no need to cry.” Frank immediately regretted saying he’d help. He had a severe phobia of animals that could tear him to shreds. Wolves fell into that category.

“Why don’t we go ahead and get out of this bush, and I’ll escort you over to your grandmother’s to make sure you get there safely. How far away is her place?” He asked.

“Well, actually, I’m not very far along. She lives on the other side of the stream.”

The other side of the stream was where Frank had been at the three little pigs’ place. If he escorted her there, he would be really late for the un-birthday party, and Bill would be sure to throw a fit. Still, he said he would help her, and although Frank was quite the scaredy-cat, he was a cat of his word.

“OK then, let’s get going,” Frank said.

“Are you sure?” Myrtle sniffled and smiled hopefully. There was no way Frank could say no now. “Thanks for keeping me safe.”

Frank took her hand, and they crawled out of the bush. They shared stories about growing up in their different towns, and Frank told her the story of his venture over to the three little pigs’ place.

“Oh yeah, I know them,” Myrtle said. “They’re the closest neighbors my grandmother has in the forest. She says they’re very nice overall, but one of them is a little slow.”

“Yeah, I think that would be Darrell.” Frank said.

“Yeah! That’s the one,” Myrtle giggled.

Frank was just beginning to relax and to think the wolf, Richard, would not stop by when a wolf appeared in front of them. The wolf was dressed in a pinstripe suit complete with a red handkerchief in the breast pocket and a hat tilted to the side. This had to be Richard.

“We meet again, Myrtle darling, and I see you’ve brought a friend,” Richard said as he bowed. “Why don’t you come with me?  I can show you an assortment of goodie baskets to bring to your lovely grandmother. That Sylvia truly is a peach. Let me come with you so I can send her my regards, won’t you?” Richard started to approach her, smiling a grin of sharp, brilliantly white teeth.

“No thanks, I’d rather go with Frank,” Myrtle said warily.

Richard began to pace around them. “Oh Myrtle, Myrtle, Myrtle, I think we all know I’m much better company than a scrawny, little cat. Come on, let me just take you over to my office and show you the wide array of get-well baskets I have. There are ones with teas, cookies, soups and honey. I promise I have one that’s perfect for Sylvia,” he said as he moved in closer to Myrtle.

“I said no,” she said. “Come on Frank, let’s keep going.” Myrtle tugged at his paw.

“Yes, sorry Richard, but we really must be going. It was really great seeing you though. I will definitely keep you in mind the next time I need a get-well basket,” Frank said in a voice that was much too high for how he normally talked.

“Well, if you two won’t come quietly, I have other methods of making you come. I have friends in these woods you know,” Richard said as he leaned against a tree and filed his claws. “Boys, come out and say hello to Myrtle and Frank.”

With that command, an entire pack of wolves emerged from various spots. Frank and Myrtle looked around; they could see they were trapped.

“Take them down, boys,” Richard yelled.

-Sorry, Frank and Myrtle get attacked by wolves THE END.-

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