The wolf howl
It was the day before the full moon. The greedy mean wolf’s were ready for their howl. I was not. My friends and I were going out to the farm tonight. We’re camping out at the old leany tree out in the back paddock. Then it came the night we were all set up. We were ready for the howl. Waiting and waiting for the howl. Hours past it was getting late when nothing had happened. It became dark and we hadn’t heard one howl. “Something’s wrong” my friend said, “it’s not them it’s us, we can’t hear them”. Oh!