Do you know what it's like to be eaten by a wolf? No you don't, I do, I'm going to tell you my story now.

I was walking in the dark and silent woods. Not knowing what to expect, anything could be lurking in the shadows, behind a tree or right behind me. What could I find in the woods? I asked myself. Lions? No, their in Africa. Bear? How could I know? But the one thing, that I'm scared of the most, is the wolf. The villagers call him Conan. It is Greek for none-killable killer. As I silently stepped through the shrubbery I stoped. I had felt something on the back of my neck.

I realise in horror that it was the hot breath of Conan the wolf. I already knew that I didn't stand a chance but I didn't dare move. Then... I ran, I ran as fast as I could. But I was to slow, he pounced into my back and brought me down, I knew it was pointless but still I screamed, my huge, bloodcurdling scream, the last thing I ever did, ecoed endlessly through the dense trees and shrubbery. And that's my story.