The Werewolf Who Loved Muffins: A Childhood Nightmare Turned Sweet🐺🌙
One night, under a big, glowing full moon, a small star spirit named Nix drifted through the woods, following the scent of something delicious—warm cocoa and blueberry muffins! But before they could figure out where it was coming from, a big, fluffy werewolf leaped out of the bushes!
"RAWR—oh! Wait! You're not a raccoon!" the werewolf said, looking embarrassed.
Nix blinked. "Nope! Definitely not a raccoon. More of a floating ball of stardust, really."
The werewolf’s ears perked up. "Oops! I didn’t mean to scare you!" They brushed cookie crumbs off their fur. "I’m Howler, and I was looking for my midnight picnic buddies!"
"Midnight picnic?" Nix tilted their head.
"Yep! Every full moon, my friends and I have a secret picnic in the glade. But I got distracted by the smell of muffins and—well, I got lost. Do you want to help me find them?"
A picnic under the stars? That sounded like the perfect adventure!
Together, they wandered through the night, meeting other peculiar picnic guests along the way—Moona, a wise old moth carrying jars of moonberry jam; Twitch, a mischievous fox spirit balancing a tower of cheese sandwiches; and Echo, a sleepy little bat clutching a tiny cup of starflower tea.
When they finally reached the picnic spot, a table woven from tree roots awaited them, glowing lanterns floating overhead. Star-shaped cookies, glowing fruit, and steaming cups of cocoa covered the table like a feast fit for the night sky.
Howler flopped onto a cushion made of soft moss. "Phew! That was a long journey. Now, let’s EAT!"
And so, under the glowing moon, the werewolf and their friends feasted, told stories, and laughed until the first light of dawn. It was, without a doubt, the best midnight picnic ever.
This story was inspired by a childhood nightmare that we turned into a sweet and whimsical daydream.
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