[Editor’s Note: Mr. Bang’s writing assignment was to write a bedtime story, using the Frog and Toad books as inspiration. One character was supposed to be either a frog or toad. I will warn you that this might be a nightmare-inducing bedtime story. Unless you’re okay with little boy violent war stories, you might just want to skip this one! He really wanted to post it on the blog, though!]
by Mr. Bang
The wolves attacked us army dogs at dawn. We attacked back, as fearsome as can be. The wolves were one foot by one foot – easy to defeat, but there were lots and lots of them. If you worked ten dogs on one wolf, they were easy. But they had a lot of help. We were awesome, fearsome. After we killed one, we got to eat him as our breakfast while the others protected the ones eating. There were hundreds, thousands, millions, trillions, billions of wolves. They hunted in packs. When we killed them, we more likely just threw them into our own pile and then kept attacking.
The fighting kept going on for hours. We were getting tired, but the other team kept having reinforcements run into the fray. Finally there was a rest break. The troops who were in front were tired, but we were the most tired. We took a nap, and what woke us up was a toad jumping on our heads. We rushed off and ate it. Then we ate some wolves that we had killed on our piles.
Then we snuck toward the other team and they were napping. We snuck up behind them, and all we had to do was jump on them with our claws. If they attacked back, we simply held them up in the air so they couldn’t reach us, and slashed them with our claws.
When more came, we simply used their back legs as a weapon. When they were coming down, we would drop them on their backs and do our last finishing moves.
Then we all fell asleep. It was a successful day for the army dogs.