Chaptor !!

1887

"Shhh, they're outside again."

Pa cocked back the hammer on his newish Colt peacemaker.


"I'm scared Pa!" Squealed little Andy.

"Quiet boy!" Hissed Pa.

"Now listen, we won't stand for this any more. Them bully's from over the hill ain't taken our land and that's that, now listen, Andy, take Kenneth around back and get the rifles ready, you get them boys in your sights, you shoot just like I taught you." Pa instructed

Pa rushed out the door, gun still cocked, ready for action. Suddenly the old house was dark. Kenneth leaped and flew through the cramped quarters. Something caught his eye from the bathroom, in fact at first it was the bathroom that caught his eye. There was a bathroom inside. "We don't have indoor plumbing yet, this is 1887." Kenneth said out loud.

Kenneth's wooden leg itched.

Then he saw him, Douglas, Douglas was a wiener dog, a three legged wiener dog. ...No, wait.. he has four legs.. . there was a note safety pined to the dogs back that read, "three legged wiener dog." ...oh, that explains it... Kenneth thought.

"Ok somethings not right her." Kenneth stated floating mid air.

The bathtub started to overflow with ice cream.

Someone was shouting from outside, "Where's the rifles boys?!?" It was Pa. Kenneth scooped up Douglas the wiener dog and speed toward the back of the cabin. Little Andy was already shooting out though a broken window.

"Hurry Kenneth, Pa needs us!" Shouted Andy over the roar of gunfire.

Kenneth quickly swung the wiener dog out from under his arm. Gripping the dog's rear legs with his right hand and resting his left hand under the dogs chest he assumed a shooting position. Experience had tough him that he was a better shot from a crouched position then standing. The rest of what happened was much of a blur. There was a lot of shooting, Andy kept running out of ammunition and pausing to reload.

....why isn't he using a wiener dog... Kenneth wondered confused, ...what an idiot....

The dog barked and the unseen enemy fell one by one. Then he saw them, at first it was the eyes, those deep glowing eyes through the darkness. Then they were everywhere. Werewolves.

There was a crash as Brett flew threw the south wall of the cabin, nearly knocking Kenneth to the ground.

"Good!" Kenneth yelled. "You brought a wiener dog!"

"Whats that beeping?" Brett yelled frantically grasping for Kenneth's nipples with his free hand.


"What?" Kenneth responded panicking.




There was a loud thud and Kenneth's limp body hit the floor between his bed and the wall.


...I hurt inside.. mommy...... Kenneth had been warned against the danger of drinking to much Robitussin but he had never seen the ugly aftermath first hand till now. It was only twice the dose, its not like I drank the whole bottle.. why... why. Kenneth heard Brett stirring in the other bedroom. Oh thank goodness he's coming. Just as Kenneth thought Brett would be opening his bedroom door he realised Brett was headed for the bathroom rather then to his rescue.

"I'm money Bit.."

"Brett!" Kenneth interrupted just in time. "I though we agreed this was a PG house!?"

"Uh, don't you eat people? oh oh but only the "bad ones" right like people who like ride unicycles." Brett yelled back in a smug tone.

"You Bastard, you've been reading my diar.. journal!" Kenneth said with extreme frustration.

...That's it Jeppy, now get pissed to keep from crying...



"Brett, I need help, will you come in here.. uh.. I fell off the bed."

Brett walked in the door trying not to laugh. "Kenneth listen, I'm sorry you fell off the bed and all but... aren't you like the biggest baddest wolfthing in Davis county?" "Just get up."



Kenneth let out a deep breath. "I think I mean I need help not being a werewolf."