“We’re going on a Wolfman hunt!” Carl announced.
“Ooh, are we?!” Peter said, grinning.
“Yes,” said Carl decisively.
“What kind?”
“Well, we’re going to catch a big one, right. And, we’re not scared, right?”
“Of course,” Peter said, standing up.
“First, we’re going out the door,” Carl said, looping arms with Peter.
Click, click went the door
***
They opened the door and came face to face with Gary.
“Wotcha,” Gary said. “Where are you going?”
“We’re going on a Wolfman hunt!” Peter said.
“We’re going to catch a big one,” Carl boasted.
“And we’re not scared, right?” Peter added.
“Wanna come with?” Carl asked.
“Sure,” Gary said, and looped arms with Peter, and they carried on down the street.
Clip clop, they went, down the street.
***
They rounded the corner and bumped straight into someone, almost sending him flying to the ground. It was John.
“Watch it!” he said. “Oh, it’s you lot. What you up to?”
“We’re going on a Wolfman hunt!” Peter said.
“We’re going to catch a big one,” Carl boasted.
“And we’re not scared, right?” Gary added.
“Wanna come with?” Peter asked.
“Okay,” John said, looping arms with Gary.
Scuffle, scuffle went the foursome, walking along the street.
***
They had to cross a field of wheat. Whoosh, whoosh went the wheat, and all four stopped to look at it.
“Er, what are we doing?” Gary asked.
“We’re going on a Wolfman hunt!” Peter said.
“We’re going to catch a big one,” Carl said, uncertainly.
“And we’re not scared, right?” John said, in a very small voice.
“No, we’re not. We’re Libertines,” Peter said, decisively, and strode through the field of wheat, holding Carl’s hand, who was holding Gary’s hand, who was holding John’s hand. To make sure they didn’t lose each other, wasn’t it.
Whoosh, whoosh went the wheat.
***
Next they came to a river. Splish splash went the river flowing underneath.
“Er, I don’t want to get wet,” Carl said. “What are we doing?”
“We’re going on a Wolfman hunt!” Peter said.
“We’re going to catch a big one,” Gary said.
“And we’re not scared, and, a bit of water never hurt anyone, Carlos. Get the fuck in,” John said, pulling off his shoes and socks and rolling up his jeans.
Splish splash went the foursome across the river, splashing each other and laughing when Carl got his hair wet.
***
Across the river was a scary wood. Woo, woo went the wind through the trees, and Gary, in front because he was wearing sandals and therefore put them back on quickest after getting out of the river, said,
“That’s a bit scary.”
“We’re not scared, right?” John said.
“We’re going on a Wolfman hunt!” Peter said.
“And we’re going to catch a big one,” Carl said, very certainly, and grabbed Gary’s arm and pulled him and the others through the wood, which went woo, woo because of the wind through the trees.
“Right,” said Gary.
***
They were nearly there, but in front of them stood a big wall, and there didn’t appear to any way around it. Solid, solid went the wall, solidly.
“Er, we’ll have to climb it,” Peter said, and took a running jump at it, managing to scale it. He sat on the top grinning.
“Where did you learn to climb walls?” Carl asked.
“Prison,” Peter said.
“So what are we doing?” John asked, as he took a running jump at the wall
“We’re going on a Wolfman hunt!” Gary said, as Peter reached down to help haul him up.
“We’re going to catch a really big one,” Carl said, reassuring himself.
“And we’re not scared, right,” Peter said, eyeing his bandmates from the top of the wall.
***
Over the wall, lay the Wolfman. He had heard the Libertines coming and was lying in wait. He could hear their laughter and their footsteps, and when he took a peak he could see they were all holding on to each other, for comfort. He laughed quietly.
“We’re going on a Wolfman hunt,” Peter whispered, looking around him left and right, waiting for a glimpse of the Wolfman.
“We’re going to catch a big one,” Carl whispered, nodding, but not daring to look.
“And we’re not scared,” John said, forcefully.
“No,” Gary said, unsure.
Wolfman jumped out at the Libertines from behind, saying “Rrraaawwwwwwwrrrrrrrr!”
“Argh!!!!” screamed all four, taking in his pale skin, lank hair, and sharp yellow teeth.
“Rrraawwwwwwrrrrr!” said Wolfman again, and the Libertines ran for their lives.
Over the solid, solid wall, helping and hauling each other, through the woo, woo wood, grabbing each other’s arms, through the splish splash river splish splashing each other but not laughing, screaming instead. Through the whoosh, whoosh wheat field, holding on to each other so they didn’t lose each other but really for comfort, back up the street going scuffle, scuffle and looping arms, round the corner and clip clop up the next street, through the click, click door and all bounding up the stairs at once, diving under the covers and hiding in the bed, all breathing heavily.
“We went Wolfman hunting,” Carl said, not daring to look out from under the covers in case Wolfman had followed them.
“We would have caught a big one,” Gary said.
“If we weren’t scared,” Peter and John said together, and all collapsed into giggles
