You wait for the wolf to put his hand into his own pocket to fish out his phone. When he does, you turn and bolt for the park gate.
You hear the wolf’s phone thunk to the ground and the swift patter of his paws as he comes after you. You hear his breathing— or is that your breathing? You soon realize you’re hearing the panting of an entire pack of wolves. The Fairy Tale wolves have teamed up to share in the pleasure of gobbling you up.
You wish you really did have some wolfsbane.
THE END