The Little Werewolf

Once upon a time there was a little werewolf. His name was Ralph. Most of the time, he was just like his other friends. He went to school, he did his homework, he did chores when his parents reminded him, and he played like any boy his age (He was twelve years old). But for a couple days each month, he was a completely different person. His hair grew faster than normal, he was a lot stronger, and he had the sudden urge to chase cars.
Most of the time Ralph was very happy as a werewolf. As a human, he played lots of sports and he had a lot of friends. He was, I’m sorry to say, not very good at school, but not everybody is perfect. As a wolf he stayed up all night and ran through the woods, and wasn’t even tired the next morning. He got to run with his friends, the wolves, although his parents would not let him bring them in the house.
There was one thing that gave him problems. As a human, Ralph had very unruly brown hair that no amount of hairspray, hair gel, pomade, brushing or combing could tame. It was like permanent bed-head. As a wolf, the problem got even worse. He had the messiest fur coat ever seen on a werewolf. All the other werewolves in the pack teased him for it. It got to the point where Ralph would run away to the other wolves whenever a pack meeting was happening. Unfortunately, Ralph’s parents were very good trackers and always managed to catch him, and forced him to go to the pack meeting anyway.
His parents were heartily sick of this behavior from their pup. They knew he didn’t like his unruly hair, and frankly they didn’t like it much either. Everybody thought they were bad parents because Ralph was so messy-looking. So one day, out of desperation, they took Ralph to the barbershop. The barber sat Ralph down, and shaved off ALL of his hair. He looked in the mirror and saw that he was completely bald! He rubbed a hand over his now shiny head. He thought it looked kind of cool. His parents were very surprised; they thought he would hate it.
The next day at school, all his friends wanted to touch his bald head. Some thought it looked weird, but others thought it was kind of cool – like an action hero. It was a very pleasant day for Ralph, and he couldn’t wait to see what would happen when he turned into a wolf.
He didn’t have long to wait, because the moon was going to be full the next day. Ralph waited eagerly for nightfall and for the change to happen. Now, when Ralph turned into a wolf, it was a very fast process. One moment he was human, the next he was not. So that night, he walked outside, and with a blink, he was a wolf.
Only he was now an odd-looking wolf, because he had no fur at all. He looked in the mirror and what he saw was a very ugly, naked dog. His parents howled up to him.
“Ralph, it’s time for the pack meeting!” Oh no! Ralph didn’t know what to do. He thought being bald was better than messy hair, but that wasn’t true for a wolf. Plus, it was getting cold, and he need the fur to keep him warm. He tried to get out the window so he could hide in the woods with his wolf friends, but just then his parents burst in.
They laughed at poor, bald Ralph, but then they saw how sad he was so they helped him put on a sweater. Then, because they had too, they went to the pack meeting. The other werewolves teased Ralph some more, but he was so depressed he didn’t respond to it. After awhile, the other werewolves left him alone, and started to tease some else.
It was then that Ralph realized something. It didn’t matter what he looked like. The werewolves teased each other all the time, no matter what. So as long as he didn’t care about his unruly hair, they wouldn’t either.
Pack meetings became a lot easier after that, and Ralph started to make friends with the other werewolves. And as his hair grew out, he found a length that was neither too long nor too short and he lived happily ever after.