Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-39165822-20190630022620/@comment-34703140-20190811014247

Rain pours Lightning flashes The boy walks across A trail of ashes

Into the forest Past the silver gate Along the path Travelling straight

The boy hears running He takes a glance When he feels the grasp Of the bully’s hands

The boy is kicked and shoved He’d had enough He backs away Up to the gate Blood is dripping down his face

He feels the fur Cover his body The boy was now Big, brown and furry

The boy looks up To the full moon The bully will be Mauled soon (Awwooooo)