Waiting for the Full Moon
Chapter 11
Hi, Emma here. Sorry about all this chopping and changing when it comes to who’s narrating, but different people are better at narrating certain chapters than others.
Anyway, we were outside the burrow at dusk. As you probably know, wolves come out at night where there’s a full moon.
Sarmoo came with us for the time being in case Mathew had anything to tell us. But at the first sign of trouble, Sarmoo was going back in the burrow.
And as for Mathew’s plan about what he was going to do. You’ll just have to wait.
And we had to wait for him to put his plan to action.
We waited next to this great oak tree with the most scratchings on it’s bark.
I looked to the sky.
“Full moon, at least.” I took notice of the night sky.
“How big is this wolf?” Jack asked Mathew.
Sarmoo signed the question to Mathew.
Mathew signed to Jack.
Sarmoo watched and translated.
“As big…as a…horse.” Sarmoo explained for Jack. “Oh,” Sarmoo continued as Mathew signed again. “Well…not quite… as big…as a horse. But you…get the…idea.”
“Well, how about as big as a big, daft dog with stilts. How about that?” I said.
“Or as big as a Zebu.” Said Sarmoo.
“What the heck’s a Zebu?” I asked, (I’d never heard of such a thing).
“It’s a cattle with a hump like a camel.” Sarmoo explained. “In Kenya some people use them to transport things from one village to another.”
“I doubt they’ll be as big as Moonlight.” Said Jack.
“Well, how about as big as a…”
#Hawooooooooo!!!#
I couldn’t even finish my sentence before we all heard a howling noise from somewhere in the distant.
“I doubt that was a cat.” I said.
“Sarmoo, back in the burrow.” Jack commanded.
Sarmoo did as he was told. He crouched down in the tall grass and went straight for the burrow.
“Right Jack, you go with Mathew and head for the hill. I’ll be on patrol. Call when you see trouble.” I set about with the plan.
Jack picked up the rabbit-form Mathew and ran for the hill.
“Come on, little fella. We’ve got one mean mutt to catch!”
Jack took Mathew and ran for high ground to look out for movement in the tall grass.
Meanwhile, I was on my guard for the where abouts of the wolf.
Sarmoo was wandering in the grass. Keeping low and hidden from view whilst looking for the burrow.
Mathew crawled to the end of Jack’s hand, it was time for his part of the plan.
“Alright, Mathew! Time to fly!” Jack called out and nodded to Mathew.
Mathew began to change into another animal.
I looked in all directions. Searching for this wolf.
“Come on.” I muttered. “Show yourself…”
“Aaaaaahhhh!” Came a cry from the field.
“Sarmoo!” The cry was his.
I saw rummaging in the field not far away.
“Hang on!”
And then, Mathew had finished transforming.
He was now…a hawk!
Mathew spread his newly grown wings and took flight over the field.
As I ran, I created a sonic wave in my hands and blasted the wave towards Sarmoo’s cries.
I saw scurrying travelling away from me in the tall grass as I found where Sarmoo laid.
“Sarmoo!” I came to him.
“Emma.” Sarmoo moaned.
He was bleeding in his left leg.
“I was bitten.” Sarmoo cried.
I took off my jacket and wrapped it round his wound. I tied the sleeves tightly.
“Ok, I’m gonna take you to the burrow.” I started to pick him up. “Mathew!” I called. “Can you see it?”
Sarmoo signed up into the sky to Mathew.
Mathew maybe deaf, but that doesn’t mean he can’t make a noise.
He squawked from high in the air.
I looked up once I got Sarmoo in my arms.
Mathew hovered in one place whilst still in the air. I guess that that was where the wolf was.
I ran with Sarmoo to the burrow entrance.
“Where is it!?!” I cried as I ran. “…Oof!”
I just tripped over it.
Sarmoo yelled as I landed on top of him.
I quickly got up.
“Hang on.” I gathered him up again.
I carried him to the burrow entrance and carefully helped him in.
#Squawk#
Mathew called out again.
“Mathew!” Jack cried. “Look out!”
I turned round to where Mathew was hovering over the field.
And then…I saw something shocking.
Something big, black and covering in fur leaped into the air and snapped it’s white teeth.
Mathew flew higher and only just avoided the attack.
“Wolf!” Sarmoo cried before crawling into the burrow.
As soon as Sarmoo was safe, I raced to the rescue.
A ran through the tall grass to where Mathew was flying above.
And then, I saw it.
Face to face with a giant dog. (Yeah, a wolf)!
It glared at me. Snarling and growling.
“Well, if it ain’t the big, bad wolf.” I said. “Sorry, but I don’t think Mathew’s going to turn into a little pig for ya.”
#Raaarhh!#
“Grr…Rah!” The wolf came charging towards me.
I had to suddenly defend myself.
I put my hands together and set off a sonic wave. The screeching sound stopped the wolf right in its tracks.
Mathew swooped down and landed on the ground. He then started to morph once again.
“Down, boy!” I cried.
The wolf looked like it was being deafened and defeated.
My attack doesn’t really hurt, but it doesn’t half give you an ear ache.
But then, another attack was used on me.
I was suddenly pushed over from behind! Something leaped on me!
“AAH!”
I wrestled to turn round.
Another wolf!?!
“Emma!” Jack called from the hill. He came running to my aid.
Mathew had finished morphing. He was now…a wolf himself!
Mathew leaped at the wolf attacking me and pushed him down.
“Mathew!” I recovered quickly and got to my feet.
I saw the other wolf about to attack Mathew with the other one.
I placed my hands together and once again made a sonic wave.
The wolf began backing away. I had it under control.
“Emma! Mathew!” Jack was on the scene.
“Jack, you’ve got to help Mathew!” I cried. (I knew this time would have to come sooner or later. You’ll soon see what I’m talking about).
“Jack, put your hands together like mine!” I cried.
“What? Emma, I’m not made of metal like you!”
“Just do it! Trust me!”
Jack looked a little panicky. Mathew was struggling, and I was telling Jack to do something that sounded so stupid!
But guess what? He did what I said.
I thought really hard. I had to set my mind to do this…and then…
#Whoosh#
#BZZZZZZZZZZ#
Jack amazingly copied my sonic ability!
“Whoa!” Jack yelled. “What’s happening!?!”
The sonic wave reached Mathew and the wolf immediately.
They both stopped fighting and the evil wolf started whining in distress.
“Jack, concentrate on the wolf! Mathew, morph in to something bigger!”
Jack did as I commanded. Bt Mathew couldn’t hear me.
I waved my hands towards him to get his attention.
He looked to me.
I bent my fingers like claws and crossed my arms. (This was something Sarmoo taught my quickly if he was ever out of the fight like this).
Jack changed his attack. Mathew began to shape shift.
After about ten seconds, Mathew turned into a…black bear!
Jack stopped his attack when he saw Mathew the bear standing on his back legs.
“Wow!” Jack gasped and smiled.
I too stopped my attack.
The wolves both ran, at least as far as the oak tree. They were certainly intimidated by Mathew as a black bear, (though he was a young bear. But he was still far bigger than both the wolves).
“Now then!” I began. “If we find you with in one-hundred miles of this burrow or field I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to use your ears again!”
The wolves both looked scared.
I glared towards them both and began pacing towards them both, trying to intimidate them.
They were obviously terrified, but they refused to move.
“I said…oh!”
I then felt something brushing against the backs of my legs.
I looked down behind me.
“Oh?”
#bark, bark#
“A…puppy?”
There was a grey puppy of some sort standing my legs and looking up at me.
(What the heck was a puppy doing here)?
“Emma, look.” Jack called as he pointed to Mathew the black bear.
There were more puppies. Four more!
“PUPPIES!?!” I cried.
“I think they’re cubs.” Said Jack.
The one at my legs the ran over to the two other wolves cowering at the oak tree.
Suddenly, everything became clear all at once.
“Jack, I think those wolves are their mother and father.”
The cubs all barked and woofed. I guess they could understand me.
“Sarmoo!” I called.
I ran for the burrow.
“Sarmoo?” I called down.
“I’m alright.” Sarmoo called back. “I think.”
Sarmoo held out his hand and I helped him out.
“Sarmoo, there’s someone who I need you to talk to.”
I helped Sarmoo out of the burrow and out in the open.
There were some things that needed clearing up.
I needed Sarmoo to talk to the wolves.
But before he could do that, he needed help. He was still wounded on his leg.
So, we had to put everything on hold.
We had to hope that the wolves would stay where they were while Jack went to get on very special boy.
