Once upon a time, in a country far, far away, a programmer was walking down a narrow path though the wood. She was on her way to the open spot, down the path, she looked sad. Matter of fact, she was crying a little. She was thinking of how during the night she would dream of beautiful code she would make and about perfect systems that her team would create. And she was thinking of the crappy code that she saw at the end of the day, and the messy system they would deliver. Suddenly, she hears a crack behind the brushes — is it a wolf?