One Friday afternoon, I was hard at work gathering wood from trees in the forest under the hot summer sun. It had been a long, tiring day and I was in no mood for any more misfortune. However, as Murphy's Law says, when one thing goes wrong, everything goes wrong. I was just getting ready to end my work for the day. I would go back to my cabin, lie down and drink some ice-cold beers, it would be wonderful, or so I thought.
While walking to my home, I noticed some commotion in a cabin I was passing by. My curiosity got the best of me and I knew I had to find out what was going on. The door was locked, so I broke it open with my axe. Immediately my eyes became fixated upon the Big Bad Wolf, whose stomach was strangely stretched out. My instincts told me that something had gone terribly wrong. So I pulled out my hunting knife, cut the wolfs' stomach open, and found Little Red Riding Hood and an elderly woman, who had apparently been swallowed whole. Amazingly they were both alive and unharmed, and I was a hero. What a great feeling that was!