St-Aloysius

                                                                       Chapter 1: Rotkäppchen                   Snow flung up in a flurry as the young pup dashed through the field, he panted happily as the world whirled by in a blur.  He kept charging until he reached the white dressed figure and pounced.  The mass of fur struck the back of the girl, who fell unharmed into the snow.  She looked up to see her face inches away from the growling puppy, whose face was too cute to be taken seriously.  “I’ve got you now, Dame Gothel!” the puppy cried triumphantly in a high voice, “Surrender now or prepare to be apprehe

            Atop a misty, dim slope of a tired little hill, emerald green grass bowed before the mighty force of a cold storm.  The mighty wind swept across the ruffled fur of a young pup shivering in a fetal position.  The beast couldn’t help but whimper pitifully to the merciless draft as it gusted away the last bits of grogginess, forcing the pup to experience the full blast of cold.  Soon, it would not matter anyway; the chill would bother the pup less and less until it finally could run wild with its tribe among the deceased.  The pup closed its golden eyes and waited, and kept waiting until night arrived.  Then, a shadow fell over