It was a cold, dark night. Tom and Mary had been driving to the castle for about five hours. The wind was howling and in the distance they could hear the cry of wolves in the forest. Suddenly the car came to a stop. It had broken down.

“No not now, Mary said, on our wedding night.” Tom tried to see what was wrong with the car, but couldn’t find it, it was too dark. There they were. In their bridal clothes. Just married. In the distance they saw a hill with a castle on it. It was their final destination. They had to walk all the way. Very thirsty, they walked  through the dark forest. It started raining. Mary walked with her wet dress and her veil through the mud. The sound of the wolves was getting closer. They arrived at a crossroads, not knowing which way to go. There were two wolves on the path on the right and two wolves on the path to the left. They looked at each other: Which path should they take?

“Wait here, I’m going to try and chase the wolves away” Tom said, very brave. He walked the right path toward the wolves. Mary called after him, but he didn’t listen. Once he arrived at the wolves, he threw a rock at the wolf’s head. The wolf did not run away. He stopped. Growled. He ran towards Tom, followed by the other wolves. Tom ran back to where Mary stood. Mary was gone. The rather frightened tom was enclosed from all sides by the wolves. MARY! MARY! WHERE ARE YOU? HELP ME! The wolves were getting closer. The not so brave tom sat down with his eyes closed crying. Until he was lifted by the wolves. They took him away. He opened his eyes in surprise, surprised that he was not eaten yet. He was still so scared, that he had wet his own pants. The wolves brought him to the castle. Tom thanked the wolfs and went inside. He looked around. The castle was completely rusty and dirty! Suddenly he heard someone screaming for help….