LXV: Mister Wolf & Miss Goat

“I do not believe in coincidences. It is merely the nature of things to be connected with one another. One reacts, and it affects the others, like a domino of fate.”

CHAPTER LXV: Mister Wolf & Miss Goat

   'IT WAS A dark, stormy night. When everybody was trying to take shelter, a young boy with soaked clothes and wet hair, was walking across the rain, with his feet bare and hands cold. There was nothing he could take shelter at that time so he had to let himself shower under the heavy clouds — his heart sunken.

   The young boy was lost in the middle of the unfamiliar land, that he did not want to end up in to begin with. There was nothing but trees, some grass, and rain. He was crying