Billy began to cry as loud as he could. Hearing this, Robert came running and bent down to his son.
"What happened here?" He asked.
"John hit me!" Billy wept.
"I'm taking Billy to the house!" Robert told John. "I'll deal with you when I get back!"
He scooped up his son and carried him to the house.
The next day, Billy came downstairs for breakfast, but Julia was nowhere to be found.
"Mom?" He called. "Where are you?"
Julia hobbled into the room, dressed like John, carrying the same walking stick as John, having the same crippled leg as John, and having the same beard as John.
"Watch it, cub!" She said.
"Mom, why are you acting like John?" Billy asked.
"Don't you take that tone of voice with me, cub," Julia said.
"Dad?" Billy called. "Why does Mom think she's John?"
Robert hobbled into the room, also looking and acting like John.
"She's not John," he said. "I'm John."
"This isn't happening," Billy said, worried. "James? Hanna? Anyone?"
James and Hanna hobbled into the room, also looking and acting like John.
"Watch it, cub!" They said.
"You're both John?" Billy said.
"I'm John," James said.
"No, I'm John," Julia said.
"No, I'm John." Jeffrey said, hobbling into the room also looking and acting like John.
Billy had to escape. He rushed to the door and turned the doorknob. When he opened it, he saw his uncle Fred, looking and acting like John.
"Not so fast, cub!" He said.
Billy ran to the back door and rushed outside. Sure enough, the rest of his family had come over, looking and acting like John. No sooner did they all gang up on Billy, getting ready to beat him with their walking sticks like a pinata.
Billy woke up in his bed, crying. Robert began rocking him while Julia tried to shush him.
"I just had the worst nightmare," Billy sobbed. "Everyone turned into John. It was horrible."
Julia handed him a glass of milk which he gulped down. She patted him on the shoulder and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"It was so upsetting," Billy said.
As he went outside, he found John offering his hand in forgiveness.
"I'm sorry about yesterday, cub," he said. "Your father cut me off from my rations as punishment and he wanted me to apologize. Let's shake on it."
Billy was horrified. He grabbed a shovel and swung it at him.
BAM!
He had hit John in the face.
"My nose!" John shouted.
His nose started to bleed. Billy had obviously broken it.
"I feel much better," the tiny werewolf said.
But does he get in trouble?
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