Rivalry of the Moon
I had snuck out my bedroom window and dropped to the ground on all-fours. Dashing away from my landing spot, I quickly located my bike in the moon-lit gloom. I then gripped the handle bar with hands not quite made for it and awkwardly pedaled away.
I lived in the country, on a 92 acre ranch. It was a lot of fun living there, riding horses and herding cattle. I got lots of exercise.
After pedaling past open pasture and wooded forest I reached my destination point. A large culvert under the road. I jumped off my bike, walked it over to the culvert, and climbed inside. There was my best friend, grinning at me. "There you are, Archie!" He said. "I was starting to get worried."
I grinned, my teeth glinting in the moon. "Were you really, David?"
"No," He said, also grinning. "I know you're always just fine in the dark, creepy night. Unlike me."
David was just about the minimum requirement for being brave enough to go outside in the night by himself. Besides being brave, he was also a bit odd. Although, when you're in your early teens that's not really saying anything.
We both talked a while about things like ranching and weather and video games and girls. You know, boy stuff, when he said for what must have been the millionth time, "I wish I was a werewolf."
I looked at him pitifully with my glowing eyes and said, "Yeah, what're yah gonna do."
He looked at me and said, "I dunno, nothing I guess…" Then he got up and stretched, "Listen, I'd better get going, same time next week!" And he was back on his bike, pedaling away.
I dashed out of the culvert, my claws scraping on the concrete, tail trailing behind me, and got on my own bike.