This is not a Picture Book Story

100 words about a werewolf
photo by Gabriel Santiago 

A girl took a stroll through the moonlit ‘hood.

A man saw the girl and the girl looked good.

‘Where are you going to, sweet little girl?

Come to my house and give us a whirl.’

‘That’s frightfully nice of you, man, but no.

I’m going to dance with… a gruffalo!’

‘A gruffalo? What’s a gruffalo?’

‘A gruffalo? Why, didn’t your mother read you bedtime stories? Not the only thing she didn’t do, then. She should have told you not to talk to strangers in the dark – you never know. You might run into a monster.’

She bared her fangs.

(With thanks and apologies to Julia Donaldson.)