Thank you to Grier Gardyne for sending us this story she has written.  Grier is a 10 year old student at Hillcrest Normal School in Hamilton. 

Moonlight

by Grier Gardyne

It was a dark moonless night, I was shaking in my boots. I am the one, the only, great werewolf hunter. I am absolutely terrified, knowing that any moment now the moon could reveal itself and wake up every living werewolf in London. Oh no! Here it comes squeezing its way into the wilderness.
Now you could be wondering why I am in Epping Forest and why I am a werewolf hunter, which is unusual occupation for a 16 year old girl.
It all started when I applied for a cookie shop job. The best cookie shops are in London. There was a risk to my plan as London was the worst city for werewolves and werewolves love cookies. I got the job and I was going to London.

I arrive at London and what a beautiful sight caught my eyes, I immediately fell in love with my new home. My shop opened at 6am and closed at 7pm on a daily basis.

All went well until week 2. It was full moon I was closing up my shop. I saw a black shadow creep along the white wall baring its teeth. Slowly the creature edged towards my cookies. Yes it was a werewolf. Absolutely terrified I fled. I ran until I felt sick. I looked around at my whereabouts and found myself surrounded by trees. I was lost.

While I was lost in the forest, I trained myself to live and hunt while avoiding enchanted streams and animal footprints filled with water as legend says drinking from these can turn humans into werewolves. I had decided to become a werewolf hunter.

Just by a stroke of luck a newly married couple had decided to come and picnic on the outskirts of the forest. When I was by a stream catching fish, I overheard voices and went to investigate.

It began to rain and the couple ran off in such a fright that they left their picnic basket behind them. Fortunately it contained a lovely cheesecake,torch,blanket and SILVERWARE! My plan was coming together.

Later that night, I sat hunched in a tree ready to strike any passing werewolf. I hear a rustle from a nearby bush. Is it a werewolf? I get my weapons ready for an attack. My mind keeps on going, any moment now. A dark shape leaps out from the bush. It was only a bunny! Phew.
Then suddenly I heard deep breathing behind me, I swung down from the tree. I whizzed my body around holding my weapon, my silver knife. I saw a werewolf. Quicker than I it lunged out and scratched me on the cheek.  I fell forward into a puddle. The water trickled slowly into my mouth. I looked down in horror as I recognised the puddle was a werewolf footprint.
I began to feel a strange tingling through my body like no other I had experienced before. I stand and catch a whiff of...chocolate chip cookies.  Awhooooooooo!