This is the sixth consecutive night I've posted. I am on a ROLL. YEAH.

Today I trimmed with our trimmer some more. You know, with the *HIGH-IMPACT PLASTIC*? Well, FUNNY STORY.

It broke, sort of. But not how you would think. I was just happily trimming along, killing the weeds like no one's business, when it started to vibrate violently. I looked down and noticed that a one of the *HIGH-IMPACT PLASTIC* blades was missing. I assumed that it broke, but upon further inspection... I found that the *metal* bolt was to blame. I actually found the blade lying on the ground intact. I suppose the bolt vibrated loose or something. But still... I'll have to rethink my stance on this plastic...

In other news, I'm not feeling particularly inspired tonight, so I guess I'll post part of a story I'm writing. It's serious. Serious Business, if you will. About Little Red Riding Hood. Yeah.

I have a lot of ideas for this, but it's going to unfold much like a horror novel, I guess. Or maybe an action-thriller novel. Or maybe action-thriller-comedy. If that's even a genre for books...

((This is just a random excerpt, mind you. Red's name in this excerpt is Stacy. It'll be explained in the book, but if you *really* want to know why, just ask. This part is after Red has been assigned for her delivery. She is travelling down the path on her way to the Granny character. I haven't decided what to do with her yet. Also, this isn't the final version, obviously. I'd much appreciate any advice on it. KTHXHEREWEGO))

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Chapter Two? Or Three Maybe? I Really Have No Idea. Let's Just Say Two. That'll Work.

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Stacy continued walking down the muddy path. She marveled at the beauty of the forest that surrounded her. The birds were chirping happily above her, and she watched as squirrels darted from tree to tree. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

She smiled and started humming to herself. It certainly was peaceful out here. And even though the path wasn't so well-kept, walking down it was still manageable. A bit of mud never hurt anyone (although her friends seemed to think otherwise). Maybe she would learn to enjoy her job after all. Taking a short break from her observations, she glanced up and noticed a fork in the path.

Wait, a fork? She didn't remember seeing one on the map. She unzipped and reached in the side of her bag. She pulled out the map and promptly dropped it in the mud. Quite frustrated, she quickly snatched it up and wiped it off on her sleeve. She unfolded the now soiled slip of paper and found the fork. Beside is there was a sloppily-written annotation:

"Robert Frost. ;) "

She stared at it, confused. Did Eric write that? As out of of character as it seemed for him, it certainly looked like his hand writing. She slowly began to fold the map up but stopped when she realized that she already forgot which direction to go. She unfolded it and found her position once again. Now sure of herself, she folded the map up and stuffed back into its pocket. She looked at the trees once more, and smiling, moved on. And as she did so, she became aware of a faint ringing. Quickly recognizing the noise, she hurriedly opened her bag and pulled out the phone.

"Hello- I mean, uh..." She tried to remember what Eric told her to say.

"Stacy." It was Eric. He spoke with an almost demeaning tone. "You are supposed to say, 'Triune Deliveries', okay? Now is everything going smoothly?"

Stacy kicked herself. She certainly wasn't getting on Eric's good side. "Yeah, everything is o-"

Eric cut her off. "Good, good. Call when you get there or if anything happens." And with that, he hung up.

Stacy frowned. He was certainly not one to be polite. She shook her head and tucked the phone back in the bag. Taking a deep breath, she turned and found herself face-to-face with something decidedly not human.

Well, to be fair, it did have human features. It was standing upright like a human. However, it was covered in grey fur, a characteristic most humans don't happen to possess. It's face was that of a wolf's, complete with wolf ears, a snout, and fangs. Oh. Fangs. She looked at its hands and found them to be more like paws. With sharp, sharp claws. Huh.

She decided that the best course of action would be to back away as slowly as her body would allow. And, having found that she was perhaps too successful at this, turned to run. Or at least, in her mind she did. In her mind she was already a good fifty feet back down the path; however, her body seemed to be a bit rebellious that day and remained firmly in place. So she went back to staring at the creature. It... it smiled.

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End of Chapter Two. Or Three.

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