9/11 Short Stories

In a nearby national park, a wonderful young family had their picnic. The small family had a baby named Willow. She was two years old. They ate near a beautiful, glittering cave. The family heard a howl as they stared into the depths of the cave. Suddenly, red eyes peered back with a low, haunting growl. Willow’s family bolted through the pine forest. Willow slipped out of her mother’s arms. Her mother continued running, but once she looked back, Willow was too far away to save.
Four years later, the wolves had accepted Willow as their own. Willow never learned how to speak English, except for her name, “Willow.” She now communicated like a wolf. One day in the national park, she was lurking through the forest to hunt for her prey. She was

“Awooo,” howled Willow.
“Did she just howl?” asked Nancy.
Awooo, was heard in the distance.
“Hey, there’s another howl, but it didn’t come from her!” shouted another person in the crowd.
“Oh dear! There’s a full wolf pack charging right at me. . . . They just soared right past me! Oh, that is gruesome! They are tearing that poor bunny rabbit to shreds. I can’t even watch. It’s disgusting! Here is a description of the little girl with the wolves. Please come forward if you know this girl. She looks to be about age six. She has tangled, long brown hair and a navy-blue onesie on. Oh, there looks to be some pink writing on it. Paul, can you get a close up on that? It seems to read “Willow.” If you know a six-year-old named Willow who is missing, she is here at the park,” informed Nancy.
About ten minutes later, a van rushed through the entrance. A couple burst out of the van and ran towards the crowd around the playground. “Willow. Willow!” shouted Stephenie, her mom.
Willow ran over and hugged them. Stephanie exclaimed, “We’ve been looking for you for four years. Let’s go home. We have a lot of catching up to