Come and sit down, and I will tell an old story of a thief. There once was a werewolf who stole livestock from the townspeople. He was never caught till one day when he was reported. There was a bounty put on his head, and when he saw this he ran for his life. He went and hid in the woods up a creek. Soon after all the werewolves were wanted and they fled. They found him and met up, but soon they fled from humans chasing them. In a panic the werewolf hid under the broken bridge. While he lay there quietly. But soon a human found him, and they jumped the creek and surrounded him. There was a battle and he fought valiantly but he was out numbered. They took him back to the village not knowing the thief he was. He soon escaped and went to watch the chess game. After the chess was over he left, but not before he was spotted! A band of thieves soon rushed him and he was cornered. And there was an epic battle he fought off the thieves but only till he was pushed back into a thicket. They took him and threw him in the stockades. But he was not there for long for werewolves broke him out and then there was a giant battle, but that is another story.
