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Octransfur Day 7: Book
-Big Bad Wolf-
  

“Hey you!  Yes you, could you please help me read?”


You approach, curious, to the figure holding a thick story book, but when they show you the pages they’re completely blank.


BAM! The book closes over your cheeks, and you find yourself someplace new. A grainy white expanse in all directions. The air was set still, and yet a strange wind howled overheads, sounding like a rapid flipping of pages.


“There you are!” The voice returns.


“Well, let's start from the beginning shall we? Ahem.”


-Once upon a time, in a lush forest lived our character-


Around you the world fills with life. Flowers, bushes, mushrooms sprout, trunks surging like needles before their branches form a thicket. Random stones become visible around which patches of flowers and small animal hideouts appear. Butterflies, bees and similar insects come out of nowhere and fill the canvas with a fairytale  aura.


-They stomped the ground with their big, big feet.-


STOMP, your feet rip from the shoe’s front. STOMP Your nails grow into claws. STOMP Black fur grows on your foot and travels up your leg.


-With a fluffy tail behind his back, he soon began to walk.-


You begin to walk again, unsure where to go. This forest though, as crazy as it sounds, it almost feels familiar, doesn’t it? A big fluffy black tail unfurls from your rear, fur connecting to the patches climbing on your legs.


You should be concerned, but the voice in off didn’t say anything about being concerned.


-The big, big bad was actually quite poor, and could only afford a pair of pantaloons.-  


Your clothes dissolve in a pretty puff and smoke, your lower clothes however, remain. The fabric quickly deteriorates, turning red and growing cheap and torn around the legs, earning a tear on the knee which is quickly stitched back up with a patchwork of a different color.
Your pants begin to sag and drop, but a pair of suspenders cartoonishly jump over your shoulders and pull your pants back in their place, settling there.


Sure the pants are poor quality but you can’t afford anything fancy living in the woods without a job. The thoughts of living in the city, with all it’s commodities seem so far away, like a dream.  


-They had big hunger, their body would attest, as their chest was shaped like a barrel.-


Your stomach rumbles and fills the scrappy overalls with a cartoonish FWOMP!. Quite a few big meals -or a single, big one- has that effect on you. But now you feel so hungry, your mouth watering at the idea of a big succulent meal. But what type of meal would you find in a forest? Veggies? Yuck.



-They had great big eyes, great big ears, great big teeth to see, listen and nip-


Your nose is squished into a black olive shape while your face is pushed forwards like something is pulling on it, and your eyes comically stretch out of your orbits before slingshotting back, looking more “toony”. You blink a couple of times, realizing your vision is crystal clear now. Out in the distance you can see a clearing in the forest, and a rather out of place house constructed out of straw takes your attention.


You point your gloved hands against your ear, which twitch and shudder before stretching into triangles. A quite cheerful voice talks about how nice it is to have a house that took so short to build and would surely not be taken down in half that time. Would be quite a shame for that to  happen right?


Your mouth curls up into a villainous smirk, teeth sharpening into pointed fangs filling your long muzzle. Something delicious is being baked there, and you find yourself starving. Maybe if you ask they will share it with you.




-The big bad wolf grinned ear to ear, dinner was quite near!-


You adjust your top hat and set off to the first house, a wide smile crossing your muzzle. You should introduce yourself to your new neighbour. And if they don’t want to?


You’ll huff.


You’ll puff.


And you’ll blow their house down.




I close the book, leaving your story on pause. You, and the action of the action of the story, remain frozen in the imagination of the listeners.


“We’ll have a short break now before we resume the tale reading. But in the meantime remember, don’t be like the big bad wolf!.”