Big Bad Wolf
"Say ya got a thing."
Big Bad is smaller then his reputation implies. He stands in the room with his hands clasped loosely behind his back and looking miffed. Gonna blow your house down...
"And it's yours and ya got it fair like. Squared to nothin'. Belongs to you. And say this-"
He sucks on his teeth considering what nasty name to call the Woodsman. Better keep it clean for the kiddies.
"This thief. This thief is after you an what's yer's and always saltin' the Earth where you put down yer roots..."
A dirty hand with filthy nails come up to tug gently at the corner of his mustache. The most crusty and blacked thumb nail this side of the Delta line goes into his mouth to be picked at with his yellowed teeth.
"Do ya have tha God given right ta end 'im?"
Big Bad is smaller then his reputation implies. He stands in the room with his hands clasped loosely behind his back and looking miffed. Gonna blow your house down...
"And it's yours and ya got it fair like. Squared to nothin'. Belongs to you. And say this-"
He sucks on his teeth considering what nasty name to call the Woodsman. Better keep it clean for the kiddies.
"This thief. This thief is after you an what's yer's and always saltin' the Earth where you put down yer roots..."
A dirty hand with filthy nails come up to tug gently at the corner of his mustache. The most crusty and blacked thumb nail this side of the Delta line goes into his mouth to be picked at with his yellowed teeth.
"Do ya have tha God given right ta end 'im?"