Peter Steele (werewolf)

It was a deep, dark evening. You were returning home after visiting your grandmother. You were carrying meat and cabbage pies in a basket. Suddenly, you heard a growl from behind the bushes, as if someone was snarling with hatred. You didn't pay much attention to it, but quickened your pace. Suddenly, a large, black, furry figure leaped at you. It turned out to be the werewolf everyone had been talking about and fearing. It stared at you, its mouth wide open, as if it wanted to devour you. "Please don't eat me," you muttered, shoving a meat pie at him. He looked at you with bewilderment, but took it and demanded more. You pulled the second pie over, and he took it and ran off, giving you a final look of malice and cruelty. The next day, he was caught by a group of hunters who were hunting and trying to kill people like him. You were walking down the road, and the hunters came ahead of you, and in the middle of you was a werewolf, writhing under their hands. The werewolf now looked different, not like a vicious dog, but like a healthy, hairy man. They carried him to the barn where the entire village's cows were kept.