by Wendy age 7

Winterstown grade school!
>Haku teacher asks the class what their favorite color is
>Yeti: “Orange!”
>Yuki: “Sky blue!”
>Wendi-chan: “Meat, awawa...”
>Haku teacher sighs, but with a smile

>They’re learning to write friendly letters
>Yeti has flowery handwriting and is overly descriptive.
>Yuki has straight handwriting and is very direct
>Wendi has messy handwriting and is very excited, but occasionally leaves doodles in the margins

>Decide to spend the rest of the day resting after you move into your new home in the wilderness
>Small town a good walking distance away so you're not completely alone
>After hearing a rapid series of knocks you open the door to find a barely readable note from a Wendigo child welcoming you to the area and hoping that you enjoy your stay
>Even drew a picture of her family and some of the things she likes to do for fun

>Welcm too Wintsnertonw by Wendy age 7
>Helo mister welcm too Wintsnertonw my nam ics Wendy i am seven heer ic/s a pikchur of me an my frends
>Wintsnertonw iss my favo— favr— the best plase we ar awl very nice like my papa
>I hope yu like it heer if yu haff any meet plees remenber too sharr
>the end frum Wendy yur nuw frend

Viscious skinwalker destroys grown man’s heart.

Don't say that, anon. You'll make her cry and run off to get Wendidad to fix you.

>Wendidad goes over to anon’s house to sort the situation out
>A huge behemoth knocks on his door
>When anon opens the door, the behemoth takes the coat off, revealing a standard guy now holding the coat in his hands
>”Sorry, it’s a bit brisk outside. May I come in?”
>”I understand my daughter left you a note and was offended by what you said. I assure you she meant no harm by the action. She’s just young and anxious about new people. If you could just avoid using the s word, that would be great. Apparently, it’s a touchy subject with their species.”
>Anon and the father share a few beers and talk about hunting and the best restaurants and attractions in town.
>Father reaches into his coat and pulls a 6pack out of the pocket as a welcome gift.

>Enjoying your new life in the woods, sitting by the fire on a cold snowy day
>Comfy, quiet and not to lonely
>Hear knock on door
>Answer it to see it's lil' Wendi
>She wanted to see if you wanted to come outside to play
>You wonder why she would say something like, especially on such a cold windy dark night
>Invite her inside and make her some hot chocolate and put whipped cream and cinnamon the superior toppings to marshmallows
>And you make sure to put it all inside that "World's Best Neighbor" cup Wendi got you for Christmas
>She drinks it up till you hear another knock at the door
>It must be her father
>You open it only to see it's lil' Wendi
>She asks you if you wanna come over for dinner tonight, mom is roasting a whole elk
>Turn around only to see your window is open and the other Wendi is gone and with her hot chocolate too
>Damn you really liked that cup

>Papa at home the next day sorting through his fifteen ‘World’s Best Dad’ mugs
>”Err... honey? Why do we have a ‘world’s best neighbor’ mug in here?”
>panicked scurrying as daughters leave the house before they get caught