Hippo Alternate Ending

Running through branches and high standing grass, I sprint as fast as my body will move. Insure about how much energy my body has left, I keep pacing a constant speed to catch up to Lennie. As the forest begins to come to an end, there is a lengthy creek that comes to view. Hesitating, I plunge into the water trying to find my dear friend Lennie. Just as I think there is no hope on finding him I see a movement out of the corner of my eye. Thinking it was just an animal, I turn away not even realizing that the animal was Lennie. Lennie, terror- stricken and drizzling, is standing right in front of me. I try to dash toward him, but since my legs are in the water they don’t seem to move quickly. Not even bothered about how slowly my feet are moving I still leap toward him in excitement. Since we were hugging I didn’t even realize that the neighing and running footsteps of the men’s horse were drawing closer to us.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

It was just a normal Sunday evening back when my brothers and I lived back with my parents. We lived in a small town in Spain. We all decided that it was time to move away from our parents and go on and live our lives. Now there is probably something you don’t know about my family and I. In the old fashioned story of the Three Little Pigs, the big bad wolf is just some wolf looking for a nice meal, which I think is a disgrace to my family and I. The wolf was a great family friend, and he actually did not like the fact that we were moving away. He actually tried

All of a sudden, Marty’s ears perked at the sound a twig snapping. ‘Somebody must be hiking the trails,’ I thought. The horse underneath me stayed very alert and stiff, and I assumed something was wrong. He could hear and see more than I, so if he thought something was wrong, there was something wrong. I cued him to pick up his gait when out of the corner of my eye I saw a single coyote passing through the trees. He didn’t seem to take an interest in us, but it still made me uneasy. Trotting now, I looked over and saw the coyote had multiplied. There was a whole pack of them now, following adjacent to us within the trees. I kicked Martyuntil I knew he was running as fast as he could, me barely holding on, perched on his back. The coyotes ran too, not because they were after us, but because we had spooked them. Taking a chance to get chased by coyotes was not on my agenda, so we kept our pace and ran through the field, over the hill, and right into the pond. Marty hit the water and came to a screeching halt. We were safe. He dropped his neck and drank from the pond while we both stood there panting. That moment gave me the bond I share with that horse, and forever and ever I will know that we will always keep each other

On a beautiful evening, with a slight breeze, four friends named Jeff, Koby, Junior, and Lamar were walking by the creek. They saw fish jumping from the muggy water, frogs croaking, and birds chirping. Skipping rocks across the slow moving water, laughing all together, suddenly they heard a growling noise. They were all worried. Jeff grabbed his flashlight from his camouflage utility bag. While crouching Jeff and Lamar slowly went through the tall brush and into the woods. Koby and Junior quietly followed the two. All of them heard rustling through the ferns, tall grass, and the thorn bushes. Scratching against the enormous red wood, while the sun is starting to set in the west a very large figure that was brown and furry started to

I already greeted people when i came onto the port so I continued on. I rarely saw anyone and those who I did seemed to be enjoying themselves. I've been walking along Washington Creek it wasn't much of a creek, it was more dry and empty which saddened me. I kept walking until i heard some branches cracking I turned around and saw a moose. Its eyes gazing upon the container of berries that I brought with me I knew I should be polite and offer so pulling off the container top and picking four berries I handed them to the moose. Its antlers were beautiful looking soft so I called it Plush. Plush didn't follow me for very long after that but its antlers were the most remarkable of it all that day . I kept walking around looking at the tall grass and herbs with broken branches lying around as well. Day became night soon so being close to Little Todd Campground I set camp there. Before I could sleep I heard a howl, I spoke to myself “a wolf”. I wasn't scared; I was excited and I fell asleep.

The luscious grass blurred beneath my boots as adrenaline rushed through me. The constant thump of my footsteps echoed in my ears as sweat rolled down my forehead. I recognised the pugnacious 'BANG' of the canon and instantly heard his heavy boots crunching against the rough ground.

"Hey look at the little sissy! Does the baby want his bottle!" One of the children taunted. "L-leave me a-alone." The little wolf tried to fight back the tears, but his fear was not that easily masked. "Aww, Fluff butt is going to cry!" Another teased. "Please...s-stop." The pup tears began to run down his face, whimpering as he kneeled to the ground. "Hey! Leave him alone!" A voice shouted out from the distance with a distinct accent. The wolf angled his ear to the voice's direction and heard footsteps coming closer. "Shoot. Scatter!" The leader of the bullies commanded. Meanwhile the pup was still on the ground covering his eyes. "...Are you okay?" A kind voice pierced through his withdrawn shell and looked up at the mountain gorilla child

I woke with a start, the sun shone red behind my dirty lids—morning had come. I raised my hands above my head in a tendon popping stretch; I longed for more sleep. Despite all signs to stay in bed—my stiff neck, my legs so purposefully decorated with cuts and bruises—I forced myself to stand. A pine cone fell onto me and stuck in my rat nest head, but I didn’t bother taking it out. By this point, my hair had become more ferocious then the forest itself. Faoiltiama came over to nuzzle me; she was the caring mother of the pack, intuitively gentle and always able to sense when there was a disturbance in me. Lately I’d been thinking about home, and where I had come from. I could hardly remember my life before the forest, before I met the wolves.

Hunger made her stomach rumble like thunder, but still she hesitated as she watched the girl. Her instincts were telling her to act quickly, before something else did, but she found that she was reluctant to do so. She was no friend to humans. The wolf had witnessed their cruelty firsthand, when they stole her pups and slaughtered her pack, but there was something different about this one, an innocence the others had not possessed. And, perhaps, the wolf saw something in the child that reminded her of herself.

On one sunny afternoon me and my other two brothers Mike and Pike were heading out into the deep woods, to find some fresh fruits for breakfast. We lived in a small little house in the woods by a big mucky swamp and some dead grass. There is never sun by where we live it's always cloudy and bleak. We live with our friend Jack he a wolf. I know, I know what you're all thinking when you read that he’s a wolf, ahh run for your life, no it's not like that. His name is Jack, and he has been our good friend for some time.

Water, water everywhere: It’s dripping from the dying leaves and forming murky puddles on the waterlogged forest floor. The air is sharp and pungent, almost acrid. Bracken and dry twigs are relentlessly snapping at my ankles and droplets of water are running down my spine and collecting in my sodden shoes. It’s making the late September chill bite my skin like an icy fire. It’s consuming me, engulfing me. I don’t know how much longer I can last.

This was definitely a unique animal, but I knew I had to continue on my journey toward finding help. So after packing up my few belongings in the blanket, I started to walk away from the wolf. A sudden bark came from behind me. I turned around and saw that it had stopped playing. Instead of dashing about playfully, it had turned its attention back to me, staring at me intently. It gave away another bark and then ran straight at me.

In Wolf Story, Wolves Portray the Positive Side of Human Nature Despite their fearsome reputation in classic children’s stories and fairy tales, wolves also represent positive human traits. For a very long time, wolves get bad rap due to their fearsome and villainous reputation in classic children’s tales such as “The Three Little Pigs”, “Little Red Riding Hood”, and “The Wolf and The Seven Young Goats”. But in Lugthea Pelissier’s book The Amazing Adventures of Spear & Shadow (AuthorHouse, 2015), they become the characters children will love and not fear.

Gakupo and Jia stared at each other, the same expression mirrored on the other's face as their child wailed before them. Armin needed them, begging to be held but neither felt worthy.