25 May 2012
Twas gloaming outside, Neither day nor the night, I heard a low growl, which gave me a fright, I wanted to run, but my tights were too tight my courage was fading in vanishing light. I was in the deep woods, the path out of sight.
I peered in the dark, was it all just a ruse? "I've not even seen it" I paused and I mused. the truth is you see, I'm not hard to confuse. The growl came again, near some portable loos. I now cursed myself for non-sensible shoes (they'd already caused a sizeable bruise).
A wolf then burst out, and stood in my way, Its haunches and nose, a dark grizzled grey, I stood there in fear, and I knew I was prey, I needed a plan, without any delay, Just then from behind, I heard a voice say: "don't worry about him, he just wants to play"
I turned and I looked, there a gentleman stood, all dressed up in velvet with a cloak with a hood, (also not clothed, for a night in the woods), "his first name is Steven, his last name is Blood" (I'm not sure that that names' impression was good) I noticed his trousers were covered in mud.
"Come here often? He asked with a smile, "Actually I've not been here for a while" We stood then in silence right next to a stile "Erm Steven and I have been walking for miles" He said awkwardly, conversation a trial. We three then went home, in single file.
Meeting Steven • Opuss № I