In this story, it’s an alternate universe.
I am a human/wolf hybrid, more commonly known as a werewolf.
One day, my mummy Lady Penelope and the rest of my family took me out into town.
Everyone knows me, so my family can allow me to transform into a wolf any time I want.
First, we stopped off at the supermarket.
I got to choose sausage rolls, because I had a ravenous appetite.
Timon and Pumbaa wanted bugs, and we all laughed over that.
So, Parker chose chicken and red and yellow peppers instead.
Then we sat on the grand yellow bench and had a picnic.
I ate and ate until my stomach burst. The food was so delicious.
In wolf form, my burps were about as loud as a lion’s roar! ROOOAAARR!
Then off we all went into town to do a bit of shopping.
First we went to the useful goods shop.
“This one, please,” I said to my mama, Tin Tin, pointing at a squeaky yellow bear.
Alan gave me a ride on my shoulders so I can easily find something to give to my mummy.
Lady Penelope was admiring the flowers in the back of the shop.
She picked out a rose bouquet and said,
“Never mind, I’ve wanted roses anyway.”
Then we went to the comic shop, my favourite!
I got down on all fours and gallivanted like a horse around the shop.
Alan had to calm me down.
Tin Tin chose a book and a comic, and guess what? I paid for it myself!
And when we went home, guess what happened?
I didn’t eat it. I read it.
Eating gives you knowledge too, right?
THE END.
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