Crisps' eyes squeezed tightly as the light of day hit them, but he could feel that he was no longer in his bed...the ground underneath him was cold and hard....


Crisp nervously looked around at the darkness.  The only light that seemed to be there was the cursed glow coming from his paws that were tapping, almost as if they were waiting or knew something was about to happen.  Soon after, objects began forming out of the darkness.  He looked down and noticed the once dark ground seemed to take on a checkered floor tile pattern and all around him, what once was an endless abyss of darkness was filled with lockers.  Crisp began to get the impression of where he was.  "S...school?"  The wolf wondered why he was back in his hometown's school and meanwhile the last of the darkness had gone away and been replaced with a ceiling filled with flickering lights and clocks.


"Late for class again, aren't we, Mr. Wolfene?"  The voice was chillingly familiar as the SheepMorph approached Crisp.  "Tis typical for a slacker like you who refuses to believe in much of anything..."  He was dressed in a sharp brown tweed suit and carrying a yardstick.  An unlit pipe hung from his mouth and his green eyes betrayed a malevolence that made the wolf shudder.  "So, what do ye have to say for yourself today, Mr. Wolfene?"   Crisps' toe pads pattered against the tiled floor, as if to snicker.  "Be sure to make it a good one, boyo....I be in a foul mood this morning." 


"S...sorry sir.  I was just...umm...preoccupied with myself..."  The wolf couldn't think of any other excuse to respond with and just nervously turned away to avoid the teacher's glare.  His paws kept happily and tauntingly tapping as Crisp tried crossing his legs to keep them still.


The sheepmorph scowled and then ordered, "come here, you two."  Instantly Crisps began to dance toward the mockery of his high school principal...the distance between them quickly shortening...


"Wh...what!?"  Crisp shockingly looked down as his paws were tapping towards the principal.  "N...no...stop it..."


The sheepmorph nodded as Crisps' emerald paws skittered to a halt smartly in front of him.  "That's a good set of students, there."  He smirked at Crisp.  "You really should take their example...coming when called to, and following orders..."  He addressed the wolf's appendages directly, "Come along, we need to put Mr. Wolfene into detention..."  He began to casually stroll down the hallway, with Crisps' green paws capering behind him, pulling the stunned young wolf alongside.  "You have been very naughty, boyo...and sometimes you need monitors to keep you in line...to make sure you follow the straight and narrow, if it will." 


"B...but I am good!"  The wolf kept struggling to avoid following the principal but to no avail.  his paws kept him in line so to speak.


"Sure you are...good at nothing."  The principal sneered and opened a door, leading into a dark, vast chamber....the sounds of students could be heard murmuring from beyond.  "Ever since I first laid eyes on you I knew you would be trouble...and a sore to my sensibilities..."  He crouched down so he could be eye level with Crisps, who never once ceased dancing.  "People who don't believe....they IRK me...they need their lives to be steered with a purpose...and education is required..."  He smiled cruelly.  "Sadly, the life lessons continue as long as one lives...but trust me, boyo...I am doing you a favor...and am giving your life purpose, whether you agree with me or not...and once your purpose is served, then I will let you go..."  He looked toward the stage that was now beginning to get bathed in light.  "But until I find your purpose, I suppose you'll have to just be entertainment...."


The wolf shivered at the thought of what the principal had in store for him.  "Wh...what entertainment?"  As soon as Crisp had asked that, he knew he should not have.


The sheepmorph rapped the yardstick on the floor and suddenly all of Crisp's clothing except for his boxer shorts turned to dust...his emerald heels clicked together and then pattered rapidly in their own form of hysterical laughter.  "Well, the students with any sense of brains do enjoy a good Irish Jig...and you're well-practiced at it...or rather your classmates are..."  Warmth played over the wolf's enchanted paws, and they sparkled happily.  "The showtime is yours, my friends...go out and have some fun...."  The curtain began to rise and all of Crisp's classmates were there....including his three closest friends...every last one of them, and even all the other teachers were dressed in the green garb of the wee folk...


"Quite the multitude of believers, out there, eh, boyo?" 


The wolf couldn't find any words in his mouth to respond at the horror he was experiencing.  There he was in front of the entire school, in his boxers, being forced to do the Irish jig.  The wolf's face was red with embarrassment as his paws led him to the center of the stage and did their thing while Crisp could only look out at all the faces of laughter.


All the while, his enchanted appendages pulsed with warmth and happiness with every tap and step...relishing the laughter and the urging on by the audience...


It was unknown how long he had been dancing when the Wolfen finally woke up in a cold sweat...his green paws glittering happily as they finally returned to his normal fur color.


The wolf wiped the sweat off his face and let out a big sigh of relief as he woke up to find it was just a dream.  A very very bad dream.  "Oh man...I never want to have that happen...,"the wolf thought as he looked down at his paws poking themselves out from the covers.  Crisp laid his head back down and closed his eyes again.  "I hope the guys are havin’ good luck with the hunt...: