operation little birdie

  

  She had just about to climb a tree when she was confronted by a wolf. She madly dashed up a tree before she did anything. Her history with wolves was not a pleasant one. She didn't like them at all really. She wasn't trustworthy of them. Their snapping jaws and jagged sharp fangs frightened her until she turned yellow. She looked down at the elegant white wolf from her perch. She needed to fool him. And she was best at fooling around. 

"I was just practicing my climbing skills. I thought these trees where perfect." She let her paw droop from the side of the branch. Her head was set down on the splintery pine. "Why don't you come catch my furry butt?" She smiled with glee. Up here there was no way he could reach her. "Oops, sorry. I forgot wolves were too fat to climb. Oh well, I guess I can't leave." She lifted her dangling paw and started grooming it cutely in defiance. She looked down at the wolf with a glint of challenge. I'd love to see him try to get up here!