The Wol

Minstrel
Minstrel loved exploring the forest. He loved to run far and wide. He even ventured out of range, despite his mother’s warnings.
“But I meet dragons and princesses,” Minstrel often replied. “Witches and wizards!”
“Yes, of course you do,” his mother would say. Minstrel’s imagination had no limits. He saw things other wolves did not see. Giant trolls disguised as trees. Elephants hiding in the tall grass. Mermaids instead of silvery fish. Minstrel was a storyteller. He liked to make things up. The elder wolves had another name for Minstrel. They called him Liar.