As the moon fell on the corn maze around me, it illuminated the tall stalks sprouting from the well- nourished ground. The sticky doughnut sat in front of me, coated in dirt instead of sweet, chocolate sauce. I lay on my back and I stared at the dark sky above me, the gray clouds swirling in a threatening way. My ears were pricked and I listened to the sounds around me; the wind whistling, the stalks swaying and the thunder rumbling in the gray clouds. A new sound was now filling my attentive ears. A silent grumbling and silent stalk of huge paws on the dusty ground.

I lifted my head and I looked around eagerly. My human eyes couldn't see well in the dark, but those of a common wolf were well built for the dark. Wolves surrounded this cornfield and that was why I had decided to come out here tonight. As the sounds grew louder, I grew more eager. The rustling of the stalks were getting very close and I sat up fully ready to gasp as the giant creature appeared through the stalks, but it never happened. It was growing lighter and lighter as dawn was breaking and the sun began to peep over the horizon, humor filling its burning face. I stood up limply and looked around once more into the tall stalks to see any sign of movement. I sighed and began to limp through the gap in the stalks I had made the night before. As I jumped the fence, a familiar sound filled the air: a deep howl. I peered into the cornfield once more and then to my delight a huge paw reached out of the stalks. As the furry face appeared I gasped in delight as it grumbled at me. I ran as fast as I could to try and find someone. My prayers were answered!

By Claire – 13 – Ireland I couldn't stand it anymore. Why couldn't the humans understand? They go and eat their delicious food outside, the wind carrying the tempting smell to animals. When we try to take it, they blame us. I always thought it was their fault. If they were a bit more careful, maybe we wouldn't try to steal. I sniffed the ground, but my thoughts were on a plate of donuts, and the family surrounding it. The kids were screaming with delight, running around the patio, while their parents talked animatedly. I snuck through the corn maze, getting nearer to the house. Out of the blue, a boy threw a donut to the field and I heard it thud on the ground.

“Perfect,” I muttered, changing direction towards the donut. “Just my luck, that child threw it here.”

I heard the mother scolding the child. I smiled widely. I was so close to the doughnut, but a hysterical scream stopped me on my tracks. A little girl was pointing at me, shouting, “Mummy, giant wolf!” Then she continued screaming.

I should've been more careful, I took my guard down, as I was really eager to eat the doughnut. My stomach grumbled at the thought of the doughnut.

“Get away!” the father yelled, aiming his rifle right at me. “Get out!”

I sprinted away quickly, leaving the doughnut behind. I didn't want to die for a doughnut. A doughnut was hardly worthy of my life.

By Kay – 14 – Brunei