5 The Legend of the Wolfwere

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The Legend of the WOLFWERE BUSTER HAD NEVER WANTED a pen pal. It was his mother who forced him into having one. The family were on a camping trip when this Mysterious tale begins. "My boy Buster loves to write letters!" cooed Buster's mother.

"No, I don't, Mum!" he protested. The pair were standing outside their little cloth tent while Father was dismantling it on the campsite. He was a rather particular man with a particular moustache, and he wouldn't let anyone else meddle in such a task. Right next door to them was an unusual family who preferred to sleep outdoors under the stars. No tent for them. Or sleeping bags. Plus, they had a big, brown, furry car they called "the Wolfmobile". "Nothing my Buster adores more than putting pen to paper. He has always wanted a pen pal. We must take your address so Buster can write letters every day to your little Wolfy!" "EVERY DAY!" spluttered Buster. "Twice a day if you like! What a good boy!"

Wolfy was the furriest little boy you have ever seen. Hardly surprising, as he came from an incredibly furry family. His father was very furry. His mother was rather furry. Even his little baby sister was somewhat furry. So they didn't need a tent to keep them warm. That thick fur kept them toasty! Their feet were furry, Their hands were furry. Their arms were furry. Their necks were furry. Even their faces were furry. Of course, the family were all wearing clothes, but there was every chance there was fur absolutely everywhere!

Not just that... Their ears were pointy. Their noses were dark. Their eyes were yellow and black. Their teeth were FANGS. Their tongues were long and slobbery. And their fingernails were claws. They looked like WEREWOLVES!

On the first day of the holiday, Buster's mother had forced him to go and play with Wolfy. "Go on, Buster!" she insisted. "The poor thing looks lonely!" "No wonder! He looks and smells funny." "Don't be so rude!" "But he does! He looks and smells just like an animal!" "Stop that! All the other children won't go near him." "I don't blame them." "They are cruel. I thought you were kind!" "I am not going to play with him! And that's that!" One morning, however, Wolfy came knocking on the door of Buster's tent. As much as you can knock on a tent. "Hello! My name's Wolfy. What's yours?"