The Farmer part one
"Gather round children, gather round." Said a wolf aged by conflict and time. As the children gathered around the old timey fire place the old voice sat down into a rocking chair that looked as old as he did. "It is time I belive for a story." The old voice said. the children cheered they knew what was coming next, it was thier favorite story and he only told it around this time of year.
The wolf whoose eyes were only half open suddenly became wide eyed. Ears twitched left right then center. " Children, you must go to the cellar now." The old wolf said in a whisper. The children were confused this was not the story, and started to become nervous. "I said now children, quickly they are coming." He said trying to stress the point in a whisper. They looked at each other in sudden recognition of what was happening, a burst of furious movment toward the cellar door across the room. " now everything is going to be all right, just stay quiet and do not make a sound." The old wolf said as he pushed the cabinet in front of the almost invisible door.
There was a knock at the door. " Shit I thought i had more time." The old wolf cursed. The knock became louder and more persistant. "I am comming, I am an old man." The old wolf shouted. As he waslked to the door he reached up and grabbed his sword. The sword had been in his family for more gerations the even he remembered. It had a golden pommel with a still bright ruby at the bottom, the handle was wrapped in worn leather. It was a sword made for the knights of old. The old wolf looked it over. "Looks like we cannot hide anymore. " He whispered to his sword. The knock came again, but this time very forcibly. " I said i am comming and the i am old! " The old wolf shouted angrily.