Epizeuxis: Repetition of the same word, with none between, for vehemence. Synonym for palilogia.
“Help! Help! Help! “Wolf! It was that damn little boy again, crying “Wolf!” The townspeople had “come to his aid” ten times already. Every time: no wolf. They were pissed off and vowed never to be suckered in again by the “little bastard.”
The little boy’s cries were in vain. You guessed it. This time there actually was a wolf—a whole pack of wolves.
The little boy was in his front yard raking leaves. He tried to fend off the wolf with his rake. It didn’t work. The wolf tore out his stomach and killed him. He enjoyed eating his stomach’s contents, especially the chocolate-covered donut the little boy had swallowed nearly whole for breakfast.
The wolf had been hunting alone. He had alienated the pack. The prank, he thought would earn him the title “Assistant Leader” of the pack, had totally backfired.
Two weeks before he ate the little boy, when he was roaming alone in the woods, he came across what he thought was a naked human woman leaning against a tree. He sniffed the air and it didn’t smell like human smell. He cautiously approached the naked “human” and learned it only looked human, but was not.
He had run across Lumberjack Bill’s “special” friend. What the wolf of had stumbled upon was Bill’s blow-up sex doll.
The wolf howled “Prey, prey, prey!” thinking it was going to be a funny prank. The pack came running to his summons and tore into the vinyl doll. When she popped and hissed into a non-edible pink pile on the ground, they realized they had been fooled, and ousted the errant wolf from the pack on the spot. To them, his prank was a violation of a key law of the pack: “Wolves don’t fool other wolves.” He was sentenced to to one year of solo existence.
His lamentation, consisting of nonstop howling, angered the townspeople. They organized a vigilante party to track him down and chase him from woods forever with flaming torchlight. They were unarmed. He saw them coming through the woods, flashlights glowing, torches burning. He howled “Prey, prey, prey!” They were defenseless!
The pack heard his cries and ignored them. They decided it was another trick. The prankster was driven from woods by the townspeople and took up residence down by the railroad tracks. Still, it was time to go hunting. Ironically, the townspeople had driven him closer to town. He was subsisting on groundhogs, squirrels, and the occasional rabbit and family pet..
It was recess at the elementary school. It was broad daylight when the wolf stumbled across all the kids playing outside on the playground. “It’s a miracle,” he thought, “I will summon the pack and we will feast on these little helpless humans.” He howled “Prey, prey, prey.!” The children laughed at his howling. The pack heard the “prey” howl. They decided that even though it could be a prank, running out of the woods in broad daylight would be fun.
Following the howls, they came to playground packed with laughing children harassing the single howling wolf. The pack jumped the playground fence and had a five-star meal, eating, and mauling, 27 children. After they dined, the wolves retreated far into the forest, and the prankster wolf was pardoned.
The surviving children were admitted to the local hospital for observation. It was determined they all were suffering from PTSD. The State of Montana was sued for negligence. In response the state legislature raised the bounty on wolves to $1,000 and hired a bunch of lawyers. Now, the pack was hunted hard, but they were unscathed as they moved even deeper into the woods.
They would eat the occasional bounty hunter, but bounty hunters just kept coming. Eventually, the wolves disguised themselves as stray dogs and were adopted by unwitting townspeople who mistook them for German Shepards.
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