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This is a story I wrote, (as you can see) I hope you like it!!

   Rouga and the Wolf                                                                                                      By: Bekah P.

       Will you ever visit Grandma again? Rouga Riding was sitting on her bed, reading, when her mother called.  “Rouga, your Grandma Riding moved here! All the way from Virginia!! She lives a few minutes from here!” she exclaimed. 

“What do you mean ‘moved’?” Rouga asked. 

“Well she moved already. She just didn’t tell us. She likes surprises you know.” Rouga nodded. She did know. Her grandma was a very king person, but you never new what she was going to do next.   “I was wondering if you wanted to go visit her. You haven’t seen her since you were 8!” her mom said. 

“Uh, sure, Mom. When do you want me to go?” she asked. 

“Whenever’s good for you. Just tell me when you're going, and I’ll get some stuff.”

Rouga went back to her room and finished the chapter of her book, and then she went to her mom.    “Uh, I guess I can go to Grandma’s house now.” she said.

Her mom smiled and said, “Good. I got together a basket of goods to give her.” She handed Rouga a basket and looked out the window.  “Looks like you’ll need an umbrella and coat. You should wear the red ones Grandma sent you,” her mom said. 

“Yeah, okay. Can I take Lucky with me?” Rouga asked, referring to their dog. 

“Uh, sure. But make sure he doesn’t make any moose mad this time,” said Rouga’s mom. “Oh, and here. I forgot to put this in the basket.” She handed Rouga some strawberry jam. 

“Okay. I should be back by dinner.” She called Lucky and went out the door. When Rouga got outside she looked at the address of her grandmother’s new house: 4890 Forrest Rd.  “Okay. Come, Lucky!” she called, because he had run ahead. Lucky looked behind himself and then ran into the woods.  “Oh great.” Rouga muttered. “Lucky! Come!” She jogged to where he had run and went into the woods, after hesitating a moment. The woods were very dark even when it was light, so they where even darker now. Rouga stepped into them, and the first thing she saw was a small doe. Not a fawn but almost as small as one. Her Grandma Riding had taught her how to tell. She had also taught Rouga the names of many birds, flowers, and bugs. Rouga followed the track that Lucky had made through the bushes. She soon came to a small clearing and to her relief Lucky was there. She was about to call him when she realized he was bothering 2 grown wolves! She didn’t dare make a noise or else she'd be noticed. Rouga tried to make herself smaller, but only succeeded in stepping on a twig.

The wolves turned around. One was bigger than the other one and black. For some reason that made Rouga more scared of it. The black one growled, but the smaller one came up to her and sniffed the basket. Then for some reason they both ran deeper into the woods. Lucky came to Rouga and they went back to the road. Little did Rouga know that the black wolf knew where she was going, because Lucky had told him.     They arrived at her grandma's a little before 4 p.m. Rouga knocked on the door.  “Grandma Riding? It’s Rouga. Mom sent me with some goods!” she called. 

“Come in, dear,” said her Grandma Riding in an odd voice.

Rouga went in and saw her grandma sitting in a rocking chair.  “Hi, Grandma. Surprise!” said Rouga. 

“Indeed! What are you doing here in this weather?” she asked, still oddly. 

“Grandma, are you sick?” asked Rouga. “You’re not sounding well.” 

“I’m fine. Look, you're wearing the coat I sent you!” Her voice sounded strained, and there was a squeak! sound. 

“Okay, well here’s the food.” Rouga held out her hand for her to take it. She didn’t move.  “Take it, Grand--“ Lucky growled. Her grandma motioned to something on the wall. Rouga looked there and saw some pictures, an American flag, and, a sling!  “Grandma why do you have a sling on your wall?” Rouga asked, looking back to Grandma Riding. 

“It was your Grandpa Riding’s sling. He used it to kill a wolf once,” she answered. 

Suddenly, Rouga new why her grandma was acting so strange. She looked at Lucky, then Grandma Riding and nodded. There was a wolf in the house!  “Well, that’s interesting. How did he use it?” Rouga asked. 

“He got a rock, put it in the wider part of the sling, and swing it around, then hit the wolf with it. The wolf didn’t die right away, though it was injured enough that we could call our neighbor. Our neighbor was a hunter and he shot it.” 

“Okay, how did the wolf get in the house?” 

“We were expecting company, so we opened the door and in came the wolf! It went behind a chair and that’s where Grandpa got it.” She waved behind her. Lucky growled again. 

“Shush, Lucky. Okay, Grandma. Can I look at the sling?” Rouga asked. 

“Go right ahead. There’s a rock there too.” Grandma pointed.

Rouga picked up the sling and put a rock in it.  “Lucky, find it!” This was a game they played for finding small animals, though in this case big animals. Lucky went behind Grandma’s rocking chair, and sort of jumped on the wolf! Her grandma ran over to Rouga and got the phone.   “Lucky, come!” Rouga shouted, then swung the sling and let go! It hit the wolf square in the chest. The wolf yelped so loud you would have thought the neighbors would come over to see what it was! 

“Rouga, do you have another rock?” asked her grandma.  “Um, yes!” she put it in the sling, swung, and let go! This one hit the wolf in the head. Rouga almost felt sorry for it when it fell to the ground. Either dead or unconscious she didn’t know. Grandma Riding patted her on the back. “Good job, Rouga. I called the police and animal control, they should be here soon.” She paused. “Along with your mother.” 

“Great. Mom will never let me come visit you by myself again.” Rouga complained. Then they both laughed, just happy to be alive and together.         

When the police came and confirmed the wolf was dead (Rouga’s mom kept scolding her and covering her with kisses, much to Rouga’s embarrassment), Grandma Riding and Rouga got special awards for killing it. It seems that the wolf had already killed a few people, and some pets, so the police were glad it was gone. When Rouga got married she told her children, Roux and Ginger, this story you know read, and they asked for it again and again. So it passed on from generation to generation to generation. The story of Rouga and the wolf.

  Rouga never again visited her grandma alone.

Do you like it? That's wierd, it's doing my font I chose!!!! :):):)