Jumpin’ up and down the floor
My head, is an animal
And once there was an animal
It had a son, that mowed the lawn
The son was an ok guy
They had a pet dragonfly
The dragonfly it ran away
But it came back with a story to say…
A female white wolf was enjoying her snowy, winter morning with a nice run through her forest. She ran down the forest slopes, listening to the talking trees. They told her everything about the forest, what goes on in it, what’s happening here and there, as if they were her messengers and spies.
The trees were awfully chatty about the birds and bees today. A pine tree told her that the bees had declared a war with the birds. She overheard an oak tree say that the bees were saying the sky wasn’t big enough for both them and the birds. She didn’t like the creatures in her forest fighting, but she also didn’t like the bees very much either.
She saw a cardinal fall out of the sky and a swarm of bees following it. She growled low, warning the bees to leave. As they retreated away, the bird thanked her for saving her from the bees. The cardinal said that the bees attacked her nest and she had to flee for her life. The cardinal asked her to help fight in the war and be on the birds’ side. The wolf agreed to help the birds fight and howled to her pack and to the other forest animals that a war would be happening.
A bee overheard the wolf and the cardinal’s conversation and flew to the queen bee to tell her the news. The queen bee was angered by this and decided that her army of bees wouldn’t be enough to win. She sent out one of her messenger bees to deliver a letter to a human who could help.
When the human got the letter, he read it to himself, puzzled that he got it from a bee. It wrote:
“You are a hunter, one that has killed many animals of all kinds. There is a war in the forest and you are going to be part of my army. Round up your men and let us defeat the creatures of snow. Bring any weapons that might be useful in our victory, you will have all the pelts and animals you want when we win. And I shall be the new ruler of the forest.
The Queen Bee”
The hunter smirked at the opportunity that was being offered and called up his men shouting, “It’s huntin’ time boys!”
Her dirty paws and furry coat
She ran down the forest slopes
The forest of taking treesThey used to sing about the birds and the bees
The bees had declared a war
The sky wasn’t big enough for them all
The birds, they got help from below
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow
The forest was colder than usual, when the war was going on. Some animals died, got injured terribly, or got scared and fled from the war. She lost the rabbits since the hawks scared them down in their holes. The forest used to be so peaceful and green, but now was colored black and red by those killing machines. All she heard for two months were gun shots, cries from dying souls, and the screams and roars of animal and men, fighting to the death. All this violence tore the forest up, like a wildfire had gone loose. She knew the bees would win unless they found a weak point in the bees’ army or a miracle would help. She left her cliff from watching the war continue and went through the destroyed part of the forest to a small pond. There, she sat down and looked at the sky.
“Mother Nature, I do not know what to do, I need your guidance.” The wolf cried out. “Fear not my child, for the answer to this war is within you. Find the courage to face your fears and conquer your sacred land.” Mother Nature replied softly.
“The bees, they got humans on their side, we creatures can't beat guns and knives!” “But instead, you have fangs, claws, and hope.” Mother Nature told her. “…. I need your help to stop them from destroying the forest! You are strong and brave!” Mother Nature just smiled sweetly. She bent down and rubbed the wolf’s face with her hand. “You are a brave and mighty wolf. You are the leader of your pack and humans give your kind the title, “Beast” because they’re afraid of you. The weak point is the where your heart lies.” And with those last words, Mother Nature vanished into the pond.
The wolf thought about what Mother Nature had told her. “The weak point is where your heart lies...” She repeated in her head. She walked back to where the war was going on and saw blood everywhere, and her father, dead. She rushed over to him, jumping over the dead bodies on the snowy ground. Nudging his face to see if he was alive and not dead but he didn't wake up. Trying to listen for a heartbeat, she had tears forming in her eyes. Not hearing anything, she howled a sorrowful howl that was heard all over the forest. Her other pack members howled with her, mourning her loss. She promised she'd avenge her father’s death by ending this war.
Two days after her father’s death, the answer finally came to her. She was attacking the problem the wrong way. She told her pack and the other creatures that all they needed to do was lure the bees and humans away from the hive; they could attack the Queen Bee and end the war. The creatures roared in agreement and prepared to take their plan into action. She told the deer and wolves to draw the humans away from the hive by either chasing them away or them chasing the deer. Then, she told the mice and birds to fly near the hive to get the bees to chase them while she and her best friend, a bobcat, would attack the hive head on. Doing as they were told, the animals got into position, ready to give it their all. The wolves and deer went first driving the human’s away from the hive, and the mice and birds attacked the bees and taunted them to leave the hive to fight.
She and the bobcat surrounded the hive. The bobcat jumped up into the tree the hive was hanging from and clawed it with its sharp claws and knocked it down. Then, with movements too quick for the human eye to see, she sliced the hive in two and crushed the Queen Bee with one paw. The animals cheered and shouted happily that the war was over. But then, one of the hunters shot her in the leg, causing her to fall. Taking aim for another shot, she stood up swiftly and tackled the man to the ground, breaking his gun in two with her powerful jaws. The man, terrified of what to do next, was attacked viciously by her clawing his chest and biting his neck, snapping it, causing him to die a painful death. Her paws and snout, covered in blood, she walked away from the dead body and disappeared into the forest, the part that was kept safe from the war, with her pack and the animals following close behind. The “Beast” just saved the forest from its destruction.
When spring finally came, the forest was back to normal. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming, and the forest was at peace once again. The animals called her the “Guardian of the Forest” in honor of leading the army to battle and saving the forest and its creatures from disaster.
And for a while things were cold
They were scared down in their holes
The forest that once was green
Was colored black by those killing machines
But she and her furry friends
Took down the queen bee and her men
And that’s how the story goes
The story of the beast with those four dirty paws.