Luckily, it wasn't a wolf! Ron saw the spy's tail disappearing around the corner of the Soup Shack and chased after her. Behind the shack there was a steep path going up the mountain.
“Excuse me!” Ron shouted, but the spy kept running.
Ron kept going and was starting to catch up with her when suddenly there was a loud rumbling noise. Bwaarrrrrmble! It was Ron's empty stomach rumbling! The noise was so loud that it started an avalanche and in a matter of seconds the path in front of Ron was covered in snow. Ron couldn't go forward and beyond the pile of snow he saw the spy turn around to look before continuing up the path and away.
Ron shrugged and decided to go back to the Soup Shack to eat his spaghetti; he would have to continue his mountain policebirdforce duties later.
Ron was about halfway down the path when suddenly there was the sound of paws on snow – and a great big wolf came running up the path towards him! The wolf's lips and the fur around it's mouth were splattered with some red substance and it was a terrible sight.
“Aaaargggh!” screamed Ron, unable to move or speak. The wolf was almost upon him and then..... it ran past him and disappeared up the path around the mountain.
Ron hurried back to the Soup Shack - hoping to get back before the wolf got hungry again. What or who had it just eaten? When he reached the Soup Shack he closed and bolted the door.
Phew! he thought. Now I can eat my spaghetti in peace!
But the spaghetti was gone! The plate was still on the table where he had left it, but it had been licked clean.
“You left the door wide open and a wolf got in!” shouted Fred who came down from the ceiling on a thread to alight on Ron's shoulder. “It ate your spaghetti!”
© David Severn 2012
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