- You're walking down a dark road,
the only light is coming from the
streetlights. You don't know why
you are walking down there. You
jump back as you bump into
something. You look up and see a
grey wolf with golden eyes.
choose
wisely
wisely
- "Greetings." It says calmly. "My
name is Cheryl and I own these
streets." Cheyrl says. "Really?"
You say, disbevlievingly. "Well,
humans own these streets, but
I own these streets at the dark
of night. Get off my streets if
you have just gone for walk. Or
you can stay and live as a stray.
What is your decision?" She says.
