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"Can you not read, mutt?"
Enid whipped around, almost dropping her half eaten, melted otterpop. It now dripped down her arm, leaking from the pin pricks caused by her newly forming claws that popped out when she startled.
Behind her stood a girl, likely her age. The first thing she noticed was her hair tightly bound into two twin braids. Her skin was pale, or at least she thought it would be paler than most, currently it was overtaken by a shade of red from frustration. Enid would have thought it cute if it weren't for the silver blade pointed at her face.
A more direct threat while she's already on this dodgy, poorly nailed and tied together contraption of a treehouse.
"What?"
"I said are you illiterate, dog? Can you not see the sign?" Her small, pale hand pointed at the branch next to her. That's another thing she noticed about her, she is small.
Enid squinted at the board, despite her winning the comprehensive essay competition, she was not quite good at reading cursive, much less fancy cursive. It took her a minute to make it out.
" 'Do....not....enter' ?"
"Precisely." The pigtailed girl furrowed her brows further.
"Oh." Enid said, unsure what to say. She fidgted with the empty plastic of the pop, the hot sun having defeated the sweet treat in but a moment. "I'm sorry,
"Apology accepted." Said the girl, finally bringing down the blade and tucking it away some place in her clothes she couldn't see
"Now," said the girl, casually strolling to the crudely built wooden door, twisting open the knob Enid tried to grab before she was interrupted, and stepped inside. "off with you." She remarked before slamming the door shut on her face.
"Hey!" The wolf girl yelled, "That's not fair, why do you get to disobey the sign but I can't!"
"Because," Enid was a bit startled by the reply coming from her left. She stepped back onto the platform a little and saw the strange girl pulling open some blinds from a window to show her face, "I made that sign."
"Well you didn't make this treehouse! You don't own it"
"Actually," said the girl, now leaning through another window, "I did and I do." She said, showing her a sign hanging from a neighbouring tree's branches, branches that leaned basically above the treehouse.
Once again, the fancy handwriting had her stumped, though she did make out something.
"Bebnesday?"
"WEDNESDAY ADDAMS!" She shouted.
"Oh. I'm sorry." Enid chuckled.
The girl seemed to grow angrier at that and made her way back downstairs. She couldn't see her, but she heard the loud squeaks of the ladder from inside as she came down. The door was slammed open and she simply glared into her eyes for a moment, making Enid tilt her head and adjust the weight of her backpack during the awkward silence.
Is she trying to scare her? She looks more cute than anything, like she's pouting, Enid thought, which resulted in a giggle.
Unfortunately, that was apparently the last straw, for the silver knife made a reappearance. Just for a moment, Enid truly thought she was a goner until the knife was instead thrust sideways instead of being used on her, slicing clean through a taut rope. The girl then stepped back.
Enid was confused and before she knew it, the climbing net adorning the topside of the treehouse came down right upon her.