This story unfolds,
With a boy in a hood,
Wandering fearlessly,
Through wolf-ridden woods.

But suddenly a beast,
Of enormous stature,
Howled at the child,
And dived ready to capture.

It landed in his path,
Baring it's large teeth,
It stared in his eyes,
As a blade he unsheathed.

It leaped for the throat,
Of the meal it had found,
But missed as the child,
Rolled across the ground.

Twitching its eyes,
He wolf could feel dread,
Building inside,
As the child's sword was red.

A slash had taken place,
Too quick to be seen,
As the boy rolled away,
And swiped the beast clean.

Collapsing to the floor,
The beast was defeated,
Never attack Link;
When you are too conceited.