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    Story written on August 24, 2008 by Spumoni.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=70793
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    “If you can’t get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance.” ~ George Bernard Shaw. This is a dancing lesson.

     

    “We’ll bring something back,” a female yelled backwards as she raced away.

     

    The matriarch turned towards her mate, “Get them back NOW!”

     

    “Hon, they’re hungry.”

     

    “I know they’re hungry.  We’re all hungry.  But their wild behavior is an embarrassment.  If she finds out, she won’t want us to stay with her.  Besides, they’ll get all messy and we’ll look terrible when we arrive.”

     

    “Hon, I still think…”

     

    “NOW.”

     

    Just a bit frightened by his mate’s ferocity, he raced off after the impulsive adults, howling after them to come back.  He caught up with them just as they were about to grab some food.  Breathing heavily from the exertion, he ordered them to return.  They truculently obeyed.  He followed them back, his chest pounding as he padded, all the time wondering if it might be time to retire.

     

    When he returned to his mate, he was reflective, “Hon, maybe this isn’t a good idea.”

     

    “Of course it is.”

     

    “She always been a little strange, not like the rest of us,” he looked hopefully at his mate, who scowled.

     

    He quickly continued, “Don’t get me wrong.  I love her just like the others, but even you have to admit, she is different. I mean, where did she come from?  There is certainly no one in my family like that.”

     

    “I don’t know where she came from, but she is ours just like any of the other children.”

     

    “It must be from your family.”

     

    “I did hear stories of a Great Uncle Sunny,” she replied pensively.

     

    “So, let’s find someplace for the night so we can think this over a little more.”

     

    “No, I want to see my baby.”

     

    While this conversation was taking place between the senior members, the younger adults were grumbling.  As usual, Red instigated.

     

    “C’mon.  She was a waste.  She ran too slowly, she could never even get her own food, let alone bring any home for anyone else to share.  No one could understand anything she said.  She hogged all of the heat and her skin got that funny pink color when she was outdoors long.”

     

    “Well, when we snatched picnic coolers, she was the only one who could open them.”

     

    “That’s just because she has thumbs.”

     

    The group came to a sudden halt when the matriarch spotted the house ahead of them.  She pulled the group in closely and surveyed their appearance.  They looked tired but were very presentable, considering their long journey.

     

    “How do I look?” she asked her mate.

     

    “You look fine.”

     

    “What if she doesn’t want to see us?”

     

    “She will.” 

     

    He coaxed her forward and the entire group soon was standing outside the house’s entrance.  He nodded his encouragement, and his mate stood up as tall as she could and rang the doorbell.

     

    Bette was surprised at the sound of the bell, since no one was expected.  She looked at her watch.  It was almost, but not quite, too late for visitors.

     

    Angelica ran to the door.

     

    “Boo,” Bette warned, reminding the little girl that she was not permitted to open it.

     

    Bette headed to the door herself, the little girl following close behind.  Angelica stood right behind her mother’s legs so that she could lean around and immediately get a good view of the late night guests.

     

    Bette pulled the door open and instantly saw the large group that covered the porch, the steps, and even the path leading to the street.  She looked down and saw at least twenty-two yellow eyes staring at her, from long muzzled furry faces.

     

    “Wolves!” Angelica happily squealed.

     

    Bette called back into the house, “T, it’s for you.”

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    1. Shit, it’s Tina’s long lost family! A pack of yellow-eyed, furry wolves! ROFLMAO!!! “Don’t get me wrong. I love her just like the others, but even you have to admit, she is different. I mean, where did she come from? There is certainly no one in my family like that.” => *mwahahahaha* You know I had to reread this just to make sure I got the punchline right. This is a real hoot, Spumoni. Thank you or in wolf-speak, *AWWWOOOOOOOOO*! ;>

    2. I was wondering about the end of pg 2 why the hell am I reading this, it is so obvious that it was animals. Then I got to the end of pg 3 and just almost fell off the chair laughing. You are a real devil, posting this one LOL!!!!!. We love Tina even though we don’t know anything about her family. Wolves, indeed. where was Alice, she should have been around, since it was her idea that Tina must have been reared by wolves. It would have just been too funny with Alice there. Loved it.

    10. I called it, I knew it was Tina too, but not because of the “raised by wolves” theory, just cos they kept going on about how different she was, and the pink skin. I didn’t catch that the family was wolves, I have read too many of helebette’s fics and thought they were vampires or zombies or something, though I believe even those undead creatures also have thumbs… The last line was great, instead of Bette freaking that there is a pack of wolves on her porch, as anyone might, though one might think a pack of wolves trudging though the streets of West Hollywood might have been noticed, anyway instead she just calls to Tina, “it’s for you…”! Great fic Spumoni!!!

    12. I thought this was brilliant the first time I read it posted elsewhere, however you didn’t have the quotes from Doyle and Shaw, LMAO!!! Fantastic!!!

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