Werewolf

“Oh no!” exclaimed Fawn.

“What is the matter?” asked Spot.

“Look!” exclaimed Fawn, pointing up to the moon in the sky. “It is a full moon!”

“Yes,” said Spot. “It is a full moon and it is beautiful!”

The full moon was bright yellow in the black, midnight sky. It was shining just above the mountains. It really was a sight to see.

“Beautiful!” exclaimed Fawn. “How could you say that it is beautiful? Haven’t you heard of full moons and werewolves?”

“Werewolves?” laughed Spot. “Fawn you have definitely lost it.”

“Not me,” said Fawn. “Look up there at the top of that little ridge on the lower mountain.”

Spot looked up to where Fawn was pointing and sure enough sitting on the ridge was a wolf.

“Wow!” exclaimed Spot. “Look at that!”

“What time is it?” asked Fawn.

“It is midnight,” said Spot. “Why?”

“Well,” said Fawn. “At midnight is when the werewolves come out.”

“Fawn that is just a wolf,” said Spot. “He is not going to turn into a werewolf.”

“Are you sure?” asked Fawn.

“Yes,” said Spot. “I am sure. Look at that wolf. He looks so cool sitting up there.”

“What do you think he is doing?” asked Fawn.

“He is howling,” said Spot. “See the way he lifts up his head to the moon.”

“How come I can’t hear him howl?” asked Fawn.

“Probably because we need to be quiet,” said Spot.

Both Fawn and Spot were silent for a few minutes and then they heard the wolf howl.

“Oh,” said Spot. “I love that sound.”

“Don’t you find it kind of eerie,” said Fawn.

“No,” said Spot. “Not at all. I find it really peaceful.”

Fawn and Spot stood and watched the wolf on top of the mountain ridge for almost an hour, totally enjoying it. They found it totally awesome.

“Funny,” said Spot, as they went inside the barn for the night. “I didn’t see a werewolf. Did you?”

“No,” said Fawn. “I didn’t.”

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