Story Sent in by Richard:
Janice and I were walking through New York's Central Park in the early evening hours, on our first date. We hadn't even made to dinner, when all of a sudden, she stopped and pointed at a clump of trees and said, "I just saw a wolf go into those trees."
I looked at the trees, then turned to Janice. "I don't think you saw a wolf."
"I know what I saw," she said, "and it was a wolf. It was huge. I want to get out of here, now."
"There are no loose wolves in Central Park. It's impossible."
She went from fear to rage in less than a second. "Are you calling me insane? I know what I saw!"
"It wasn't a wolf."
"It was a wolf! It wasn't a dog, rat, or goat! It was a wolf, it was a wolf, it was a wolf!"
I replied, "It wasn't!"
"Fine!" I yelled, losing patience. "I'll go and check it out!"
I strode away from her, into the trees. Astonishingly, I didn't find a wolf. Instead, I turned back in the direction from whence I came and screamed, "Holy shit! It is a wolf! Aaaaaagh!"
I heard her scream, "A wolf!" but I couldn't see her from where I was. When I emerged none the worse a few moments later, she was nowhere in sight. Either she took off, or the wolf got her. Made no difference to me, either way.