Motera Chapter one:Senior Velete by Laura Thompson

As Motera was taking his nightly stroll down the bumpy dirt path, he saw a rather large lump. Matera moved closer. It was a human...it was...
"Senior Velete!!! What are YOU doing here? And...and in this condition? Are you okay? Listen, maybe I should go get someon..." Motera was cut off of his sentence. Sen.Velete had thrown himself on Motera and started to foam at the mouth. He began to half laugh and breath at the same time. Sen.Velete might have been a little crazy since birth, but this was too much!!!
As Motera was wrestling with Sen.Velete, both of them had no idea they were being watched. Rolling around,arm in arm, it was then that Motera realized he and Sen.Velete were not the only ones there. He wildly turned around again. The bushes quivered.As Motera nervously kept his eyes on the bush, he ran. He ran towards his town. Anything to excape from the madness going on.
When he reached the town of Quadoba, He ran into his house. There lay his two daughters,Julianna and Corana, wide awake. Motera aproached them with a bloody lip,and blood stained robes. They looked worried.
" Julianna, where is you mother? And where is your brother?" He asked them. " Pepito is sick. Mom is in the bedroom with him." Motera ran into the room where Pepito was lying in the bed.
" It is just a fever. Don't worry. All he needs is a few days of rest. But he will need a type of medicine for his allergies. I have ran out of it. Can you go get some?" Motera sat there, staring at his wife. "Of course I will go get some more medicine. But where will I ever get something like that?" Motera knew that his little town would not have any thing as complicated as that.
" You will have to travel to America. They stopped delivering." Motera looked at his wife as if she were crazy. "And why are you so bloody?" She added.
"Uh...Well...I was taking my daily stroll, you know. And uh..."He had to make up a story.Otherwise he would get his Father's friend in trouble. " ...And a...uh...Wolf came out of nowhere." Ah, it was working. " And um...I had to wrestle it to the ground. It might have had rabies. Because it started to foam at the mouth." She was going for the bait!!! " I than grabbed it by the snout. It started to go even MORE wild. I saw something in the bushes, and... AND OUT CAME FIFTY MORE WOLFS!!!!" His wife gave a small squeel. She began crying as Motera continued." I found out that I could not take them on all by myself. Sen.Velete walked by and saw that I was in trouble. I began to help me..."His wife widened her eyes and said," Oh, bless his soul!" Motera began to continue when all of a sudden, Sen.Velete walked in. He looked like he was back to normal...But his clothes were bloody,and torn. Motera's wife stood up and ran to Sen.Velete.
"Bless you!!! Thank you...How can I ever repay you?!?!" Sen.Velete gave Motera a confused look. Motera just shrugged as if he knew nothing. Sen.Velete smiled, and gently pried Motera's wife off of himself.
"May I speak to Motera for a moment?"Sen.Velete pulled Motera into a seperate room. "Why am I covered in blood and spit?" He asked Motera." And why did I find myself lying on the road away from town?" He sat staring at Motera until he answered. "Uh...Well.., you attacked me while I was taking a walk." Sen.Velete looked at him with an amazed look. All of a sudden, Sen.Velete slapped Motera with his hand.
"How dare you lie to me?!?! I shall talk to the govenor about this!!!" And with that he stormed out of the house, throwing evil glares at Motera's wife. She gave a puzzled look at her beloved husband,Motera. When she saw the bruise on his face, she scrambled over to him and began to nurse his bruise with extra care.
"Why did he do that?" She asked him after he told her what had happened. He told her he din't know, and with that she to stormed off.
If she didn't get her way, sometimes she would be such a pain.She walked back into the room, and threw a few things on top of him. Things like a sleeping bag, an extra pair of shoes, and a few coats along with some other junk.
"What is all of this for?" he asked her. "You are not going to sleep with me tonight...for a week." Motera sat there looking at his wife, pleading for her forgivness. She only turned on her heal,and exited the room. It took Motera a few minutes to calculate what had just happened. Finally, He got up, and went to his backyard.

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