The wolf muttered to himself as he frantically swept away clumps of straw.
"What the hell..." the Big Bad Wolf growled to nobody but himself. "Where the fuck would she go..?"
He grunted in both annoyance and realization as he slid a paw-full of dried wheat-stalks, laying eyes on the answer.
A trapdoor. A god-damn trapdoor. In a little straw hut.
"Why? What is the point..?" With a little thought, he could figure out why she'd put a trapdoor in her house, of course. For starters, it'd be pretty handy to have a bit of extra storage in a dinky little straw hut.
And it certainly couldn't hurt to have an escape route...
The wolf sighed. The only thing left to do was to enter. So, that's what he did.
A dozen or so steps down a ladder, and there he was at the bottom. He was surrounded by crates and chests, all lining the walls of a five-foot-square chamber. He didn't remotely care about the contents of those, though. He came down here for something far different. The only thing he could possibly want from this room was the small kerosene lamp that was conveniently left on one of the boxes.
"I could certainly use some light..." he said as he plucked it from its perch and wandered out into some underground hallway. "What on earth is all of this..?" A few steps forward would reveal he was...
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