Sambo And The Timberwolves (bedtime stories for the child inside)

Sambo And The Timberwolves

Lying comfortably boys and girls? Then we'll begin.

Sambo hated being so white, but, being an albino, he didn't have much
choice. The other children made fun of him for a while, but, he soon won
them over with his personality. He was a natural entertainer. Always made
people smile and feel good about themselves.

All, but one.

Dutch Henderson was the leader of a gang of thugs that called themselves,
the Timberwolves.
Where as, all the other kids loved Sambo's larking around, Dutch would
find it too nice, and eager to please. He was full of hate. Not due to a bad
upbringing. In fact, his family were some of the nicest people that Sambo
had met. Dutch just liked the fact of being different. The self proclaimed,
black sheep.

It was the day of the, Annual Leavers Ball, and the theme for the dance was:
People That Have Inspired You.

Sambo was stumped. He couldn't think of one person that fit the bill. Other
than his mother, and the thought of going to school in his mother's clothes,
wasn't one that he wanted to imagine.
If he wanted to give Dutch and his gang an excuse to beat up on him, that
would be it.
As he leafed through the magazines at the newspaper stand, looking for
inspiration, but finding none, he heard the sound of voices.
He turned to face Dutch.

Circling him, then snatching the magazine from Sambo's hand, he laughed.
'So! What're you looking at, Ghost ?'
Sambo twitched awkwardly, feeling intimidated, but also kind of brave.
'Just looking for ideas for the Ball tonight.'
He snatched the magazine back. It was only then that he realised what the
magazine was.
Women's Weekly. U.S Edition.
Dutch's eyes lit up. 'Women's Weekly, huh. So! what 're you gonna dress
in, Ghost. Your momma's panties ?'
The others in the gang laughed.
Sambo felt anger building up inside. He looked Dutch squarely in the eyes.
'No. Your momma's.'
All laughter stopped.
Dutch's face seemed to contort weirdly. Then, the chase was on.

He had no idea how long he'd been running, or how he'd gotten away, but,
Sambo found himself standing next to the railings of an enclosure at the city
zoo. Catching his breath, he looked down at the sign to tell what the animals
inside were.
Timberwolves.
He laughed to himself, breathlessly, as he leaned against the railing.
The laughter was cut short, as a gruff voice said. 'I saw those boys chasing
you. They come here and throw stones at us, little bastards.'
The boy looked around him, but could see no one there.
Then it came again. 'Down here, you silly boy. For one so dazzlingly white,
you're not that bright.'
He looked down, to see a large wolf seemingly chuckling to itself. But it can't
be, he thought to himself. Wolves don't talk. And they certainly don't make
jokes. Do they ?
Sambo edged closer. 'Were you talking to me ?' He said, doubting his sanity.
The wolf smiled. 'Well! Unless there's an even whiter child behind you. Then,
yes. I must have been talking to you.'
The pair chatted for quite some time. Telling of eachothers lives, laughing and
joking.
Then, it struck the boy that he still didn't know who to go as, to the Ball that
night. He had been so engrossed in the conversation with the wolf, about the
others in the pack and his own family, that it had completely slipped his mind.
And it was nearly time.
The wolf thought for a second, then said. 'I know exactly who you should go
as, given who you are.'
The wolf told the boy, and it all made sense. 'I met him once. Lovely chap.
Had nice teeth.'
Sambo thanked the wolf, then ran home to prepair.

As he made his way up the steps of the school, people looked shocked.
Then they all laughed.
The head teacher said. 'Sambo. Is that you ?'
With a wide, white smile, he replied. 'Sure is, Mammy.'
She laughed herself close to tears. 'Get in there, and have a good time,
you crazy child.'
The night went well. lots of singing and dancing. Tony Domico won the
honour of being the 'King Of The Ball'. Then, when delivering a very
drunken speech to the crowded auditorium, barfed down the front of his
'Queen's', very expensive ballgown.
More laughter.

As he went outside for some fresh air, that's when they jumped him.
Dutch and the Timberwolves hadn't bothered dressing up and now laughed
at the appearance of, Sambo. 'So! Who the hell are you supposed to be.
Sammy Davis Jr ?'
Pulling himself together, Sambo said. 'I'm Al Jolson, you asshole.'
Then he added. 'And I'm still wearing your momma's panties.'
With that, he ran. Only, this time he knew where he was going.

The zoo was closed, but he scaled the outer wall with ease, just like last time.
He could hear them close behind him, but that's what he wanted. He dropped
into the den and waited.
It wasn't long before they showed up. They dropped into the enclosure, not
knowing what was in there, grinning maniacally at their prey.
It was then, that a gruff voice came from the darkness around them. 'Hello,
chaps. I think you're shit out of luck. We're the real Timberwolves, and we're
taking our name back.'
What happened next can't be justified in words.

The moral of the story is:
A bully never will win. 'cause there's always a bigger wolf, with a grin.

All was well. Until.

Dr Wiseman and his albino cosmetics testing lab came into town.