Another story (the one with the heart)
She took a deep breath and threw the copper container into the deep, dark sea of oil. It sunk without leaving a mark. - No! - yelled the Wolf and sprang to the shore. - No! Why did you do that? It had your heart inside! - The wolf was running along the shore, almost tripping over his paws. - You will never get it back from here! Never! - Exactly for that reason - said the Third Fairy. - It was ugly and disgusting anyway. - No it wasn’t… - whispered the Wolf, but she didn’t hear him. - I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t. People already believe I don’t have a heart, so why prove them wrong? And it was weak, it was disgusting, it was silly, embarrassing, and ridiculous. - No it wasn’t… - And how can you know? Have you ever had it? Has it ever made you feel so absolutely ravaged by feelings you couldn’t control, so absolutely naked and exposed, and on the mercy of someone else? Have you ever been told that you should be ashamed of having it, and that you should hid