As I walked down the front porch of my house, I noticed my stepfather wasn't in his lawn chair, smoking a cigarette as usual. Ah, he was a good hearted person that always had something interesting to say; Usually about the weather and such. As I started to walk down the gravel trail, I caught a glimpse of something moving near the woods. I dismissed it, thinking to myself, 'probably just a deer or something.' ... boy was I wrong.
Anyways, I stared off to the trees nearby the house and wandered off into the woods, trying to find him. Maybe he had been trying to shoo off some wolves, they were common in our parts of Wisconsin. You see, ever si