There was a little girl. She was walking through a green field. She saw a sheep eating a dandy-lion. It looked at her. She looked at it. She looked closely. She squinted her eyes. She got closer. She leaned over. She fell to her knees. She touched its soft coat. She petted it. She put out her lips to kiss it. So, it bit her face off.
She cried through her bloodied head. “Are you a wolf?” she gurgled.