Sasha's Poem

Hey, Anatou, tell the villagers to stop picking on you.

It isn't very right so you ought to put up a fight.

They tease ou to try to please their friends.

You need to tell them to stop, and don't do it again!

They talk about your hair and your color.

Then they go and kill your father and mother.

I'm glad you turned into a wolf, but be nice and don't push.

I'm sorry you lost your best friend

And I hope it doesn't happen again,