The full moon hung high in the starless sky, illuminating the large farmhouse and its equally large cornfield. Crickets chirped while fireflies blinked every now and again. Somewhere a frog crooked in the forest boarding the farm. A light wind blew, making the corn stalks look as though they were swaying to the sound of nature. The wind suddenly stopped as the crickets went silent, the firefly's light died out, and the frog seemed to stop mid-crook. For several minutes the world fell silent. Then, the corn stalks began to violently shake as though something was running through the cornfield towards the forest.

The porch light of the farmhouse blinked to life as the front door opened and a large, built man with a long black beard walked out wearing a sweat-stained white T-shirt, dirty blue jeans. He saw the stalks shaking violently and quickly turned to the barn and saw the barn door slightly ajar.

"Son of a Bitch," the man cursed as he quickly ran back inside and grabbed his brown work boots.

"What's wrong Randy?" a woman asked. She had on a white nightgown and had long blond hair that went done to her lower back.

"One of the cattle got out," Randy explained as he struggled with his boot laces.

"I can go get it Pa," a boy said as he bounded down the stairs. He looked no more than twelve and wore an unbuttoned blue plaid shirt, tan shorts, and dirty holy socks.

"I got this Junior," Randy said as he got one boot laced and attempted to lace the other.

"AW, come on Pa. I promise I won't hurt it this time," Junior pleaded before he added, "PLEEEEEESE?" using his best puppy dog eyes.

"Let the boy go Randy. He needs to learn," the woman said. Randy looked from Junior to his wife and let out a long sigh.

"Alright, alright," Randy said defeated before he turned to Junior and added, "Now don't damage the body, Junior. Handle it with care." Junior jumped for joy as he ran past his father.

"Thanks, Ma, PA. I'll bring it back lickity-split!" Junior shouted as he ran into the cornfield towards the forest. Randy laughed as closed the front door, untied his work boot, and placed them back next to the front door.

"Don't worry about him Randy, he'll do fine." His wife reassured him

"I know Mary, I know. I just wish he showed some more restraint," Randy said.

"If I remember correctly: you were that rowdy at his age," Mary joked.

"I know, I know," Randy said before a wolf howl came from within the forest. Randy looked out the window and added, "Maybe I should go out and help him." Randy then turned to his shotgun leaning against the wall. Mary lightly placed her hand on his shoulder.

"He'll be fine," Mary reassured him before adding, "He knows what lays in the forest, and he a resourceful boy. He'll be fine."

"Mama, Papa, what's going on," a little girl's voice lazily asked as a 6-year-old girl wearing a hello kitty dress walked down the stairs.

"Oh Coraline did we wake you up, sweetie. I'm sorry," Mary said as she met Coraline at the bottom of the stairs. Mary stroked Coraline's long black hair as she explained what was happening. When she finished she asked Coraline, "Do you want a glass of milk to help you sleep?" Coraline sleepily nodded before Mary took Coraline's hand and led her to the kitchen. The two didn't make it to the kitchen, however. The front door suddenly and violently swung open. It slammed into the wall leaving large cracks in the drywall and the bottom hinge snapped off leaving it hanging from the top one.

Standing in the doorway was a large, six-foot-tall werewolf with black fur. Its lime green eyes shimmered in the moonlight. Its large right claw was clamped around the head of a boy who lay limply on the ground. The boy's soft breathing was overshadowed by the large creature heavying each breath. Randy narrowed his eyes at the creature before he bellowed out, "Damn it, Junior. Ya broke the damn door!"

"I'm sorry Pa," the werewolf whined in a deep, gravelly voice before he lifted up the boy's body and said, "I was just excited about bringing him back."

Randy rubbed his eyes before he scolded, "Yeah, but you didn't have to tear the door clean off its hinges. How many times do I need to tell you: restrain your strength! I can't keep replacing each door you trash." The werewolf whined again and slowly shrunk away from the yelling man.

"Come now, Randy. He got the boy. Don't yell at the boy," Mary said. Randy sighed and nodded.

"Even with the broken door. I'm proud Boy," Randy praised. The werewolf gave him a toothy grin.

"Aw, thanks pa," the werewolf said.

"Mama, Papa," Coraline began as the three turned to her. She was staring at the boy in the werewolf's claw before she turned to her father and added, "I'm hungry"