Who Is The Big Bad Wolf Afraid Of?

I grab my shotgun. The big bad wolf is hunting tonight. The scariest  creature in the world. Fighting my worst fear. I step out of  my cottage, in the middle of the woods. A cold wind brushes against my back. My hair stands up. Who knows what's going to happen tonight. I step forward in the crunchy snow. I hear a rustle and spin around. A bunny jumps out. I keep on walking.

After a while I hear another sound. He's here. I know it. I hear his gullumfing feet patter against the ground. He's running. I turn around and shoot at the trees. It's silent. He knows I'm here too.

I am shaking. Why did I even come here? He takes another step forward. I guess he's trying to be sneaky, but I hear him all the same. I see his silhouette on the white snow. He's about to attack.

He lunges out. He's wearing his big snow hat. His big snow boots. His big snow jacket... My worst fear is him. The human.

I fumble with my shotgun and shoot again. It completely misses. He takes a few steps forward and loads his rifle. I whimper and run up a tree. He shoots the branch as I jump to a new one. I know I have face my fears if I'm going to save my family. I pounce down on top of him. He try's to kick me off but I hold tight. I pull up one arm, ready to strike. He struggles out of my grin and slams my head on the cold snow. Black out.

When I wake up I'm tied to a stick. I hear the human village singing. The men are carrying me to a large stage. As they walk up the steps I see a big pot. It's full of boiling water. I know what's going to happen next. It happened to my great grandfather. The saddest day of my life.

I can't have the same thing happen to me. I bite one of their hands. It drops the stick. The rope loosens. I dart onto the roof of one of their house's. Everyone's screaming. I howl at the moon, and jump down the chimney. There is a wife and children sitting huddled on the couch. The husband runs in the door and huddles the wife and children behind him. It reminds me of my wife and kids when the humans came and stormed our house.

I feel pity and put my hands up. The man holds up his gun and maneouvers me to the door. I open the door slowly and creep out. Every single man has a gun pointed at me. I slowly walk out of the village. As I am walking past the village gates someone drops their gun. It fires, straight at my foot. Was it on purpose?