He left me a note, told me to meet me by the tree. The same tree it always was, but I know he like to leave the note. I put on my red cape; he told me I looked beautiful in the cape, especially when the moon shone on it. I snuck out; mom sleeps like a rock anyway so I could have been loud. I went into the woods to the tree by the clearing. He was sitting there in the light and he looked so wonderful. He got up and greeted me with a kiss and my little lamb. That's what he called me "my little lamb." He was just my love. Then we danced under the light of that full moon. Just once a month, we saw each other between then, but we could never talk. Only at our moondance. He was soft against my cheek and gentle when he held me close. He smelled like wildflowers and pine needles. If they had known they would not have called him cruel, he had never hurt anyone ever, but people still talked. I guess that's how he found us; he walked in to the clearing with his axe and just stood there. My love smelt him before he saw him, and he told me to hide. I did. The other man said how dare you, you monster. Leave her alone. It's not right; I should find someone like me not like him. My love went towards him slowly, I could see from the tree I was in. The man said don't come any closer, don't make me hurt you. But he didn't stop. He held his hand out and said listen. But the man did not. He raised his axe and brought it down. That is when I jumped from the tree. I ran to him and held him. I cried, the man stood silent. My little lamb he said one last time. The man would not let me stay. He took me home and told my mother he found me going to my grandmother's house and I was attacked by a wolf. But I know it was a different monster. The woodcutter had told his story, and I know that is the one every one believes, but I just wanted to tell mine. The real one.