Maxine the ever curious girl, always following people, looking at the forests, and drawing her imagination.

Oh dear Maxine what have you become?

That’s all that ran through my head as I looked at the bloody hammer, and watched as she touched around the brains of our old neighbor. Why would my baby girl do this?

The rest of the night was a blur. The pigs ate well, and I cleaned my baby girl. It was the wolves everyone said.

When I met her boyfriend I wanted to warn him. I pulled him aside.

“My baby Maxine may be sweet and beautiful. But she is not who she says she is.”

I tried to warn him, oh I did. But as his laugh echoed through the hall I realized he didn’t believe me. And he never would…

The pigs ate well again a few weeks later.

Oh my ever curious Maxine. What have you become?