Chapter 2

"Alfonso, shut up!" Cookie yelled with a giggle as the yellow alligator followed her back home.

"Anger is your fate, Cookie. You should beware wrath."

Alfonso had spent one of his wisdom nights under the waterfall and had continued to preach for the Wishing Well to all the villagers throughout the day. Now he was following Cookie.

"Alfonso, you've had a laugh, now stop following me!" Although she meant it, she couldn't resist laughing at the situation. She was always this light-hearted.

"It won't be so funny when anger befalls you."

Cookie reached her house, and opened the door. She held it briefly ajar as she turned to face Alfonso.

"Good night Alfonso. Why don't you sleep in a comfortable bed tonight? See you tomorrow!"

She shut the door softly. Inside, she rested her back on the wooden pane.

"Alfonso...such an idiot." she said with yet another chuckle. She sat down in her comfy ranch armchair with her new copy of Fauna Magazine. Flicking through the pages, she took note of the lovely top she'd had her eye on for some time. Suddenly, she remembered that Freya had yet to return her melon gingham. Picking up her lovely phone, she dialed the district code, and then Freya's number.

The line was dead. Cookie tutted to herself for forgetting that Freya had moved away from Midland to the next town over, therefore changing her number. She leaned over towards her end table, and picked up her organizer. Opening the back cover, she retrieved the phone receiver and dialed the number Freya had rung her on.

The rings continued for some time, before the pink wolf picked up the line. Her taunting voice sounded in Cookie's ear.

"Hello? Who would this be?" Freya asked.

"Its...Hey Freya, it's Cookie." Cookie answered hesitantly.

"Cookie, darling, how longs it been?" Freya exclaimed.

"Erm...a week, Freya." Cookie replied with slight mockery. "I just wanted to know when you could return the melon gingham to me. I could do with it soon."

Freya sighed. "Unfortunately darling, that won't ever happen. I've broke both my paws and I'm home ridden for now. You'll have to buy another."

Cookie felt her temper rise. It was on rare occasions that she got angry. But this time, she knew that Freya was lying to her yet again.

"How can you pick up a phone when both your paws are broken?" she snarled accusingly.

"Cookie, Cookie, I'm using my feet. I'm multi-talented you know!" Freya charmed.

"NO!" Cookie yelled. "You're lying again. It's always the same. Just because I'm a soft touch doesn't mean you can abuse me like that!"

Cookie knew that Freya was feeling no guilt for her, but still the wolf carried on.

"Cookie, what happened to your sensitive side! I'm telling the truth! You can have the melon gingham as soon as my paws recover!"

"I've had enough!" Cookie concluded. "Keep the melon gingham. It has my name on it."

"Cooki..." Freya was cut off as the dog slammed the phone down on the floor. In a rage, she stood up and ran towards the window, ready to batter in frustration.

She yelped as the telephone wire wrapped around her legs. She fell, and with a cold crack, her head hit the bottom end of her table.

She attempted to hold on to her consciousness and dial the police station...but she felt herself slipping away.

Three miles away, at the edge of a cliff, a pink wolf was sat in her house, on a cream sofa. Both of her paws were wrapped in bandages. Freya was continuously re-dialing Cookie, to no avail.