d woke from sleep. I yawned and stretche

an all-brown fur wolf, with chisel, knife-like dentition, an

before hasting i

about the only weakling they h

S.

George High School who was only good at sketchin

science class. My father, Doctor Greenfield

. I wonder what you are

nt thus, "Come to think of it why

e appeared at dinner with a swollen cheek an

o your face? Whe

ght ask me to sketch a cup; I might flop, but a scary, bogey werewolf? Dam

werewolves' movies all in the bid

ullied, I alwa

after school and I b

ched at the slightest thudding sound, and those pig-face boys used it to the

used me of using my talent of drawing to snatch away

heeks, black eyes or bruised face. I barely could mold a f

eeching halt, "No rough play today. Be a good boy, Greg," he advised m

was the only person I was proud of in this life. He

with laboratory samples of deferent species of animals, with the a

at wiping the wrinkled asses of th

ul parents who gave me everythin

heir deal-with-him faces, and threatening dark eyes , I wo

ing bullied by even the fattest f

f fucking l

swirled around to walk on, on

h. I would never forget that punch. To date, I still saw the three stars that appeared in my eyes

nded pocketed his hand and held a scowled

ed my vegetable self to him. Suddenly my lips tremb

erewolf artist," another brute, a Spanish mo

barking and I kissed his feet, and later wiped his sneak

elf to somewhere between h

ole queried and dragged my bag o

s the strings on a guitar. I remained humble and

e dog has sketch

ketched. As though he knew, once he got to the page of the most beaut

for the first time

rily I spent five hours to sketch a werewolf. That werewolf had an all-

fancy, and I looked forward to putting i

werewolf sketch when they pounced on me a

writhing in pain and we

appeared at my side. Obviously he seemed to

hands to lift m