Wolves

Chapter Four: On Graves

Laughter, is indeed a strangeness in itself, and oddity we can not truly contemplate. At times, laughter is a sign of happiness, and joy, at others - It is to respond, precipitate, to a joke, a crudeness of sorts, then at other times it is a thing that appears when once is strongly influenced by his mug at a tavern.

“Huh? Pardon?” Billy says still eating a blueberry muffin which tasted absolutely wonderful.

The Bounder mutters, “I says we’re doin’ the best we can of the wolves problem!”

Poppy cries out (and she has a rather large cry Billy notes as she is right next to him), “But yer gotta do somethin’ about me family’s farm!”

Part 1

The winter came, with frosted bite
And thick the falling snow
Around the land all turned to white
So cold the wind did blow
Hobbits froze in the cold sunshine
Wolves howled beyond the Brandywine

The coldest day that darkest year
The Brandywine did freeze
From Brandywood, the wolves appeared
From under frosted trees
At the river the wolves did bay
In howling packs they crossed this way