No Good Wood

As the world lit up around me, I felt enlightened as splashes of vibrant colors filled the area and every sound became music to my wooden ears. The gentle strokes of the paintbrush graced my side as I awoke to another magnificent day. As the bright sun's light filled the room, pouring in through the shiny glass windows, I could feel the paint setting into my wooden skin, and drying. The old wolf adjusted his spectacles and set me down on his desk to dry with a nod. Today was the day.

The workshop surrounding me and dozens of wooden toys was a familiar sight. I took one good look at everything and everyone, knowing it would be my last as I was wrapped in paper and set in a cozy cardboard box. I watched as the light of day was blocked off by the lit, and I was slightly jolted around. I knew what was happening, and I was looking forward to this all my life. I was getting a home.

Soon enough, a young jammer's face lit up as he opened the box and cradled me in his paws. "A wolf!" The jammer exclaimed, his pointy ears pricking up as he set me down on the paw-carved table and hugged the old wolf that had so skillfully carved me from a block of oak wood. "Thanks, Grandpa." The pup said, grinning at his grandfather before picking me up and running around.

WIP