HISTORY REPEATS IT'S SELF - A LITTLE OUT OF KILTER

The cave wolves were quite friendly as are most wolves when you know how to speak Wolf.  They were celebrating a good hunt, eating bunnies and sitting around a big pile of wood.  Seems like they hadn't discovered fire yet, but they said piles of wood made them feel warm and safe. Then the weather turned bad.  It wasn't raining yet, but there was lots of thunder and lightning (funny how those always show up together).  I decided to stretch my tail and took a walk.  I hadn't gotten very far when there was a bright flash, a tremendous boom, and someone swatted my butt with a cannon ball.  If you've never been swatted by a cannon ball, it feels like being struck by lightning.

     I let out a loud YELP! and suddenly felt like taking a long run.  Either someone had placed a branding iron on my rump or my tail was on fire. I ran around the camp and wished fire extinguishers had been invented.  Seeing no water, I stopped, dropped and rolled on the big pile of wood.  The cave wolves were so astonished that one dropped his half-eaten bunny in the fire.  I tried to call Acme Wolf Tails Co. to order a new tail, but got no signal.  What had happened to the satallites?

     The cave wolf was really hungry, and after a few minutes he grabbed his bunny out of the fire.  It was covered in ashes, and his paw was red and swolen, but he started eating anyway.  He couldn't believe that it tasted better than raw rabbit.  It was a major advancement in wolf history - I had invented gourmet cooking.

     We stayed long enough to have a wonderful time, and not an Alien Wolf in sight.  But all good things must come to an end, even my poor tail.

PIZZAS FOR EVERYONE

     The call box was still there and untouched.  After sitting on a few buttons (and pouring a cup of tea) we found ourselves back in the land of humans.  Oh, well, ya gotta be somewhere.  We cornered a poor phesant - uh - peasant and found that we were in a place called pizza (or something like that) in 1372.

     Anyway, there was a huge, lovely tower next to a big church there standing very straight and proud.  I think the humans grow those old buildings 'cause they have all kinds of flowers and things on 'em.

     As I was standing there looking at it, I barely noticed a pounding in the ground - until I smelled a lovely odor and there was a breeze on my neck.  I turned around thinking that there might be a McBunny's nearby with a Road Kill Cafe section.  Instead, there was a 15 foot T-Rex who looked like he was looking for lunch too - and I might be it.  The dinosaur had clung to the call box as we left ancient times and travelled from the far past.

     Perrin was off somewhere with Wolfette so I couldn't offer the dinosaur an alternative.  There was only one thing to do.  I looked the T-rex full in the eye, rolled up my sleeves resolutely, went into fighting stance, and ran for the tower while leaving a wet trail behind so T could slip on it.  This showed my wolf wisdom, as the T couldn't fit inside the tower.  He didn't slip though, although I bet he had stinky feet.

     Being safe, I courageouseousnessess taunted T by challinging him with the famous wolf chant, "NAA-NA-NAA-NA-NAAAA-NAAAA!".  T countered by charging the tower with a horrendous crash.  The whole tower shook and I dived under a couch.  After several charges the whole tower tilted.  After a few hours T lost interest when a group of townspeople passed by and ran off after them.

After learning about the T-Rex, we thought it wise to leave. There was no one here but humans anyway and it isn't good form (or safe) to eat them.  They have a nasty habit of putting holes in your pelt - or your pelt in a hole.