Ok I just recovered abit from a big fat fever and still having a little headache. It causes you not to be able to do anything but rot on your bed, like some useless thing. Not able to go out, standing up would give a sharp pain in your head and stuff like that. But whatever. Anyway ok I try to make a stupid story ok?

Once upon a time there was a big bad wolf. It was walking down a dark, gloomy ally. The lights flickered. A gust of wind blew. Its fur swayed along. As it strolled down the ally, its big claws on its feet left claw marks on the ground. Saliva poured down like a fat fountain. Soon, its blood-red eyes caught sight of a little red hood moving. "Little red riding hood! Since you're not riding a hood, I'm going to eat you up!" It dashed towards the little hood. However, when it turned around, it was a man! But the wolf ate him up anyway. The end.