The Wolf Who Cried Boy

Once upon a time, there was a pack of wolves. The pack was just like any other pack. They all took care of each other. They hunted together, they slept together, they lived together, they traveled together. It seemed like the perfect pack. There was one problem. One of the wolves liked to play tricks on the other wolves. One night, he ran into the den and told all of the other wolves that there was a boy wandering through the woods that they could eat. The wolves ran as fast as they could to the spot that the trickster wolf told them to go to, but there was no boy. The trickster wolf laughed and laughed and laughed. The pack was upset that there was no food, but they weren't so upset that they would kick him out of the pack. The trickster thought this was great, so the next night he ran into the den telling the pack there was a boy in the woods that they could eat. The pack was skeptical, but they ran out to find the boy, just like before. Also just like before, there was no boy. The pack was furious and made the trickster sleep out in the woods. Later that night, the trickster was awakened by the sound of someone walking through the forest. It was a little boy! The wolf ran as fast as he could to the den to tell the pack about the feast that was stumbling around the forest. The wolves didn't believe him and told him to go back to his punishment area. The trickster tried to get them to come share the bounty of the lost child, but they wouldn't believe him. The trickster finally gave up and went back to find the boy. He ran up to the boy, intending to tear out his throat and enjoy the whole child to himself. Just then, the boy turned around. The wolf saw the boy in detail, but it was too late. The boy shot lightning from his dead, black eyes into the wolf, killing him instantly. The boy tossed his strawberry blonde hair out of his soulless eyes and began to eat the wolf. The ginger finished the wolf and followed his tracks to the den. Before the pack knew what hit them, the ginger used his devil magic to burn all of the wolves. The ginger let out a laugh and left the wolf carcasses to rot. Because he had no soul, he didn't need nourishment. He rampaged through the forest killing all of the woodland creatures until he was shot from a distance by a hunter with a sniper rifle. The remaining animals made a statue of the hunter out of forest debris and lived happily ever after. Until the hunter hunted them all down.


The moral of the story is this:


It might be fun, but you should never fill your time with lies.
By your friends and family, you will become despised.
If it's unavoidable and your manners have some holes,
Try to remember you might need help, because gingers have no souls.