Wolf and YOung Hee: A vorish series for all ages.
By Wolf. Published by Misterebony
Book #2: The conference.

I suppose you could say today had been a good day. As I sit here at the desk, writing my second story, I can hear Young Hee asleep behind me.

By name is Wolf, and, yes, I am a bipedal, white furred wolf. I am also that sleeping little girls Papa.She makes me so happy, I'll tell you. Me, and Sea Turtle, and Rabbit (Who is sleeping on the desk by me while I write), and even Fridge Deer.

still, I feel like I started a problem with her lately. A week ago, I wrote the true tale on how I ate her. That is nothing new, I admit, I have used my tummy as a bus for her and her classmates for awhile now. But the other day was different. Now she uses my tummy as a playroom and place to do homework. 

I found out today that it also has been... kind of an influence. Yet I say it was a good day. I suppose I better explain.

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I'll start at the beginning, here in my home, the quint little cottage by the road, where across from it the rice pattys grow, and every morning the delivery man passes by on his scooter just after the bus goes by. I am up bright an early on that morning, for it is a school day, and I have to take Young Hee to school.

"Another wonderful day." I say with a smile, patting my tummy. Inside, of course, is Young Hee.

That is my job after all. As many know by now, I am sort of the school bus. I pick up the kids on the way to school and put them in my belly. I cannot hurt them. In fact, as much as they wriggle and play in my belly it is a wonder THEY do not hurt ME! It is enough that, byt the time I reach the school, I am so tired all I can do is fall forward and open my mouth to let them out. That's my job.

And on sunny days like this day was, I found it a wonderful job. Everyone was in lovely clothing and looked, I have to admit, positively delicious. At each stop I would pick up the little girls and swallow them down in one big gulp. How they loved that, like going down a slide some said (Rather short slide if you ask me, but ah well.). And as usual I was so full and so tired by the time I reached the school that all I could do was lie down and open my mouth. But this time the teacher did not go in with the kids after thanking me. She helped me up and looked at me.

"Mr. Wolf," She said, smilign at me, "Would you come into my office for a moment? We need to talk."

I sighed as I heard that. It was one thing a parent dreaded more than anything in relation to their child's schooling. A confrence with the teacher.

Still you probably wonder why I thoguht this was a good day.

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I went into her office, sighing as I sat in the chair, which was just right for a human but a little snug for a wolf. She chuckled as I struggled to slide in. I did eventually.

"Well now..." I said, looking at her. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Well mr. Wolf..." She said, leaning in.

"Just Wolf Ma'am. No Mister. See, everyone knows I AM a wolf, so they just call me WOlf."

She nodded some. "Ok, but only if you call me Suli." She said with a smile. I blushed some. As you know, my luck with women is not to good. Usually I am slapped or hit by them in some way. But I digress.

"Very well Suli." I said. "WHat seems to be the problem?"

"Well, Young Hee, your daughter, is such a wonderful girl. She does all her work on time, is bright, cheerful, always participates, and has many friends."

I tilted my head. "So.. what seems to be the problem?"

She sighed some. "Well, after you told me about what happened with you and her last week..." Oh no. "I kept my eyes on any unusual behavior. Yesterday she showed it in art class with these." She handed me a pair of pictures. THe first was harmless enough, it was of me and her holding hands, link hearts all over.

But the second made me go wide eyed. She was in my tummy, smiling, and I was licking my lips, a paw on my tummy. I just stared at the picture and blushed, too embarassed to say anything. Thankfully, Suli spoke, breaking the silence.

"It would seem to me that Young Hee loves to be eaten up. While I admit that, in your case, this is alright, seeing how you cvan eat her and she will not be harmed, I could see her being food for other wolves."

I nodded. After all, not every wolf or animal was a nice one. Some were quite mean. THough I am pretty sure they got that Big bad WOlf thing wrong (After all, Red and her grandmother could have cut their way out IF they wanted to. Not like we can prevent that.)

"How do I do that?" I asked, trying to get advice on the matter.

"Well, the first thing you need to do is try to limit the eating of her. I understand how enjoyable it is for her and you. I am glad you do not try to abuse it, as some would. But try to limit it to, outside of bus rides, to maybe one a week if that much."

"Alright." I said, in total agreement. "I have been hoping to limit it anyway to weekends or very cold days."

The teacher nodded. "That seems acceptable." She smiles some. Then she started to talk to me. "I envy her in some ways."

I was confused by that. "How so?"

"Well, I grew up in a family where I was not sure if I was loved or not. Oh I found out for sure when I was older but... when you are little, you need to know it from your parents in a special way." She then smiled. "I can tell by Young Hee's work and attitude that she knows she is loved in her family. You are a good parent Wolf, just as Young Hee is a good student. You should both bre proud. True it is an unusual situation, since I know of no other case where a child sleeps in the belly of her Papa, or where said belly is used as a bus for her and her classmates."

I chuckled some. THat was likely very true. But she was also right on another aspect: I WAS pround of Young Hee, and glad that she loved me. "Thank you for the conference Suli." I said,s tanding up with some effort. But she wsasn't quite done yet.

"Wolf..." She said, offering her hand. "Perhaps you will visit again? not for a conference... but to talk?"

I went wide eyed. Did she really say that? Even know I have to wonder if she did. "Well... er... I suppose." I shook her hand. She gave me a progress report on Young Hee, and then I went outside, smiling as I watched Young Hee play in the playground with her friends.

I was so proud of her, since, based on the report, she was the best student in the class. No parent could ever be truly unhappy with such a thing being told to him or her, unless they had a heart of stone.

Like I said, it was a good day.

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Everything after that was wonderful. Supper was actually good for once (Fridge Deer FINALLY learned wolf liked meat, and made burgers for him. VERY good too!), and Young Hee and I had a good talk about being a treat. In a sense, I made it something she would have to earn. She liked the idea, and priomised she would only let me eat her up. I will see what happens, but I think she will keep her word.

That night, I read a story to Young Hee about how a little girl was sent to the spirit world and had adventures with all kinds of creatures. (I believe most people know the tale as Spirited Away, but I am not sure.) After the story,. Young Hee brushed her teeth, got in her jammies, and went to bed.

"Papa?" She asked before she went to sleep.

"Yes little one?" I said.

"I love you."

I juts smiled and kissed her forehead. "I love you too dear. Pleasant dreams." I smiled, watching her for a bit as she slipped into dreamland. I wondered what she dreamt at night.

After that, I went to the writing desk and began to write about the day, which I have now done. I sit here, Young hee asleep behind me, Rabbit by now fast asleep on the desk. I look outside and see the moon, shining like a jewel in the sky. I yawn a little as I finish my writing, reflecting on the day. I am a little worried about Young Hee, as I worry her love of being in my belly will harm her later. But I am also proud of her that she does so well in her classes, and is so outgoing.

I also think of her teacher, Suli. Why does she want to see me again? Does she like me? Should I agree? I am not sure. But I will keep it in consideration for now.

Well, it is late, and I have told all there is to tell. I will head to bed now, likely dreaming again of what hapepened today. You should get some rest too I have a feeling.

Good Night, and dream sweet dreams. 


(The writer ends here, but it is clear there will be, again, more to the story another day.)