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A warning by ChatGPT for Fair Damsel's Everywhere

Cunigonde Muff was a lovely young damsel who lived in a small village near the forest. She loved to wear her cherry print britches that her grandmother had made for her. They were so pretty and comfortable that she wore them just about every day.

One day, she decided to go for a walk in the forest to pick some flowers. She had on her cherry print britches and a white blouse and headed out with a basket. She did not notice the big bad wolf that was lurking behind a tree, watching her with hungry eyes.

The wolf followed her as she walked deeper into the forest, looking for the most beautiful flowers. He waited for the right moment to pounce on her and make her his lunch. He saw a large oak tree with a sturdy branch that extended over the path. He climbed up the tree and waited for Cunigonde to pass by.

Cunigonde was humming a tune as she walked along the path, admiring the birds and butterflies. She did not see the wolf on the branch above her. She was about to pass under the tree when the wolf jumped down from the branch and landed on top of her.

Cunigonde screamed as she felt the weight of the wolf on her back. She tried to push him off, but he was too strong and heavy. He opened his mouth and bit into her neck, tearing her flesh and blood. Cunigonde felt a sharp pain and then everything went black.

The wolf devoured Cunigonde in a few minutes, leaving nothing but a little smattering of blood. He licked his lips and paws, satisfied with his meal. He noticed something red and white among the remains. It was Cunigonde’s cherry print britches. They had somehow escaped his terrible teeth and claws.

The wolf picked up the britches with his mouth and spat them out. He did not like the taste of that particular fabric. He decided to use them instead to clean his snout, which was stained with blood. He rubbed his nose with the britches, wiping off the traces of his crime.

He threw away the britches and ran away into the forest, looking for his next delectable victim.

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