Otatso Wetlands Pulp Fiction Confession

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The mad wolf looked satisfied, staring now at the goose that lay on the ground unattended. He moved forward to grab the fowl, not before giving her a hate-filled glance. She merely returned the look with a cold stare. The black wolf crouched, ready to pick up the bird. Seizing her chance, Meldresi darted forward, grabbing the goose by the breast and ran as fast as she could.

As she ran, a part of her wondered what could have made the wolf as mad and feral as he. He did not suffer from the maddening foaming mouth disease. But madness could be brought about by other factors, like certain fungi, abuse both physical and mental, a bump on the head.