In the dark gloomy night,There once layed a spooky tree. Every night when the sun is going down the tree you could say so many words to describe it. The sun was like a perfect cooked pancake! When its misty like this night a pack of wolfs will come on stand at the tree. the twigs were as brittle as something out of a old museum. I was so afraid that i couldn’t even stand up. I was shaking as much as a turkey about to get its head choped of. But dont get too close. Wolfs will OCCASIONALLY bite.