THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF
The creature had fur and very long fangs, it’s breath was bad and it needed a bath. He was itchy due to flea and mosquito wrath.

The child was lonely no friends in sight. No one to play with during the day or at night. Much time on his own he took to the woods, looking for treasures makes it all good.

Their meeting came by chance that cool autumn day, along the creek side where the boy would often play. Startled by the size of the hairy beast, the boy was afraid he would become a feast.

The creature had no intention of making the boy food. Human meat is not a favorite, its much to crude. It was his fingers he was interested in, to scratch his back. There was no reason to fear an attack.

The boy and the beast became very good friends and they would romp and play in the wildness till days end. The boy bathed the creature in the deep of the creek. The monster was so dirty it took close to a week.
Overcome with happiness that he finally had a friend, tears welled in his eyes as he cried WOLF..