[ WP ] The Wolf Who Cried Boy

Once upon a time in a land far away, there was a sprawling forest which covered much of the land. 
 
 
 It was a good forest, with many trees, colorful flowers, and flowing rivers. 
 
 
 All manner of animals lived within it. 
 
 
 Deer, rabbits, birds, squirrels, and even bears. 
 
 
 But none more famous then the Wolves. 
 
 
 The wolves lived in a pack, where everyone played their part and life was simple. 
 
 
 But not everyone was happy in the pack, for there sit Twitchy, a wolf unhappy with his place in the pack. 
 
 
 Everyone looked down on Twitchy, because his twitches meant he could n't help hunt. 
 
 
 Bitey, Scratchy, Sniffy, and even Humpy all laughed at Twitchy whenever he tried to hunt or track. 
 
 
 Twitchy was very sad, but one day he overheard the pack talking. 
 
 
 Howley, the leader of the pack, was complaining there was n't any Human boys or girls for them to hunt. 
 
 
 Now it was no secret that boys and girls were easy to hunt, even Twitchy knew this. 
 
 
 But no boy or girl had ever even come close to the forest in a very long time. 
 
 
 Twitchy then had an idea in order to get some respect from the rest of his pack. 
 
 
 Wandering off into the woods, he found a small field of daisies and chose this place to enact his plain. 
 
 
 `` Boy!'' 
 
 
 Twitchy cried, hurrying back to his pack. 
 
 
 `` There's a Boy in the daisy field!'' 
 
 
 He told them all and quickly lead them back to the daisy field. 
 
 
 Twitchy felt important, having the entire pack following him. 
 
 
 Sniffy, Heary and Seey all followed him instead and Twitchy could n't be more happy. 
 
 
 When they got to the field though, there was no Human boy. 
 
 
 The pack all were confused and Howley was not very happy. 
 
 
 `` It looks like he must have run back home.'' 
 
 
 Twitchy explained, feeling awfully clever as he tricked the pack. 
 
 
 The pack returned to the den and Twitchy was determined to feel the way he did not moments ago. 
 
 
 Tomorrow, he waited until after breakfast time before he did the same thing. 
 
 
 He wandered off into the woods away from the pack before he came running back shouting. 
 
 
 `` Boy! Boy!'' 
 
 
 The pack hurried to follow Twitchy and once again found themselves in the daisy field. 
 
 
 Only again, there was no boy to be seen, only a smiling Twitchy. 
 
 
 `` Darn, he must have run away again.'' 
 
 
 Twitchy remarked with a smile, feeling important again as the pack followed him. 
 
 
 Howley was n't happy though. 
 
 
 Howley could tell something was wrong and the next time Twitchy shouted there was a boy, he would keep the pack from following. 
 
 
 They all returned to the den and the next day came. 
 
 
 Twitchy waited until after breakfast before wandering to the daisy field again, ready to have the pack follow him again. 
 
 
 Only this time, there was a boy in the field! 
 
 
 Standing on two legs, dressed in a shirt and pants was a boy picking flowers in the field! 
 
 
 Twitchy was stunned but he quickly hurried back to the pack to tell them all of what he had seen. 
 
 
 `` A boy! Th-There's a boy in the daisy field! We have to hurry so he does n't get away!'' 
 
 
 He shouted to his pack. 
 
 
 But Howley had already told the pack what to do if Twitchy said that. 
 
 
 The pack then all sat down and turned their heads away from Twitchy. 
 
 
 `` You said there was a boy last time!'' 
 
 
 Howley accused with a frown. 
 
 
 `` And we're not gon na waste our time following you.'' 
 
 
 Twitchy was stunned, he expected the pack to follow. 
 
 
 `` B-B-But there really is a boy! I mean it this time!'' 
 
 
 The pack would n't listen and stayed seated. 
 
 
 Twitchy knew if he did n't hurry the boy would go home and so he ran from his pack back to the daisy field. 
 
 
 The boy was walking away from the field and out of the forest though by the time Twitchy came back. 
 
 
 He hurried after the boy as best as he could, but Twitchy was n't fast enough. 
 
 
 The boy walked home with daisies in his hands, not knowing that he had been chased by a Wolf the entire time. 
 
 
 Twitchy learned a valuable lesson that day as he walked back to the den with his head held low. 
 
 
 Tall tales would n't make people like you, only less likely to believe you when you were telling the truth. 
 
 
 And that was the story of the Wolf Who Cried Boy, the end.
