I told you there was a wolf. I told you all. And you wanted proof.You wanted to see the spore. Show us the carcasses, you said. Give us pictures from the cameras that never lie.But the wolf was clever. It cleaned up after itself. Created false trails. It was forensically careful.But I knew it was there. Waiting. Biding its time.I told Grandma there was a wolf. She didn't believe at first. But I was persistent. Supplied argument and counter-argument.I won her round. And she had success.Sympathetic friends at the home. And then...And then, one late, silver-lit night in her room, the wolf came in and ate her.Took her voice. Convinced her friends it didn't exist. And ate them. One by one.And the carers too. Until the home was empty.Except for the wolf. Grinning from the high window.And out. And nobody visited the home any more. So the wolf went to the woods.I went to the town hall. Told them all. Told them about the wolf. And what became of my grandma.And her friends. And the carers.And now...And now the wolf was in the woods. Waiting. Biding its time.And the mayor said,What do you want me to do? Put guards round the woods. People picnic in the woods.People buy food from the grocers to picnic in those woods.If the people can't picnic in our woods, they'll picnic elsewhere.And what will happen to the town with no picnic money?What do you want?What do you want me to do? Put guards round the woods?Yes, he said. Put guards round the woods. Fence the woods off. And mow, go, area. Starve the wolf.But the mayor wouldn't do those things.And the people picnicked in the woods. And the wolf picnicked on the people.One by one. Even the mayor. And his wife. And their kids.They were there for publicity.One by one. The wolf ate them. Everyone. All gone. Just me now.I didn't go out.The wolf waits. Biding its time.I told you there was a wolf. I told you all.All gone.iek..Thank you.