"The black wolf "
by
Conor

I t was Monday,we were going to America for the summer.We went to uncle Jim`s house just beside forest.I knew about the black wolf,the most deadlyest wolf in the forest.Yet,he was my good friend.I helped him,he helped me.But I never told anyone.Not even my best friend.One day I asked Dad could Igo to talk to ``jim" as I liked to call him.He knew my secret,but he never told anyone.One day,I heard Dad say to Mum ``we have to stay here,my friend found a job for me,it`s the only job I`ve got".``but what about grandad?said mum.`` we can`t just leave him in Ireland."``I`ll go back for him."said Dad.This was always my dream.I was going to see the black wolf every night!One night I went outside into the back lawn.I crossed the wall beween the forest and uncle jim`s house.I saw him.He had black fur and big bright red eyes.There was a full moon.Oh,what I forgot to tell you was...I`m a wearwolf!Yes,a wearwolf,and I turned into one.I had black fur but green eyes.We were best friends.I followed him and helped him hunt food.the moon went behind a cloud so I turned back into a person.The black wolf bought me back to bed.Next morning I found out we were going back home.I was so disapointed,I would never see the black wolf again.But thats what I thought.He had followed us home! So I still kept seeing him again every night.In the forest beside us!

The End



The End


Story by: Conor, age 11, Ireland

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