a harrowing tale

Here's a story I wrote when I was in first grade (see translation below). I think the climax and denouement will both terrify and satisfy you. I remember volunteering to read it to my class, and although I was sckerd, I remember thinking, "This is some good shit."

Translation:

I was playing inside and I looked out the window. There standing right in front of the door and knocking - it was a wolf! He [was] big, [abnormally] tall and [brandished] big claws. I was so scared; I thought I would faint. I ran all over the house thinking what to do. Finally, I stopped and said, "Wolf! Are you hungry?"  

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" [cried the wolf.]

"What would you like to eat?"

"I would like to eat ice cream."

"Would you like ripe red strawberries?"

"Yes."

"Here you go."

And he ate it.

"HOT!!!" said the wolf, running away.

The ripe red strawberries where really HOT RED PEPPERS, so I guess he went off.

The end.