Pant, Puff, Pant I was running as fast as a cheetah. My friend Sam and I were tired of running away from a wolf. It had red eyes as creepy as blood and it had sharp, awful claws. Although we were running fast, we weren’t making enough progress. When we finally escaped, we sat near an old, droopy tree as we didn’t know our way back. A sign said DEAD END. ‘‘Do think we would make it out without the scary wolf knowing? ’’said Sam. Sean replied, ’’I don’t think so.’’ Ahhhhh! We saw him again. We ran and ran…