You begin to walk away but the wolf steps in front of you. “You’re not going anywhere,” he says.
Just as you suspected: He’s an evil Fairy Tale wolf— not one of the good wolves. Your only hope is to distract him. “Look!” you say, pointing into the trees. “That nice wolf is picking up trash in the park!”
“What?” the wolf says, following your gaze. “I hate those guys!”
While he’s looking away, you turn and sprint for the park exit. You throw the picnic basket back at the wolf, who is now hot on your tracks. He’s so close you can smell his dog breath.
Just outside the gate, you see the shadow of a tall man with a rifle.