Once upon a time there was a big village in a great land. A monster, a hairy monster, lived in the village.   His prickly arms were hairy, his prickly legs were hairy.  He was hairy. His name was Weir boy. Everybody was afraid of him and he couldn't talk. All he could do was deeply growl.

                        One day Weir Boy decided to go to the voice doctor who lived twenty miles outside of the village.   He wanted to get a voice box so he could talk and so he could tell the villagers he was sorry that he scared them. But before Weir Boy could apologize he ran across a Royal King who made a lot of noise.  His army was big and his army was vast and it was headed towards the village.  They had been at war for years.  The king grabbed Weir boy and said, “you look like a really good pet."  Weir Boy bit the king with a bloody chomp on the wrist and ran away. He ran all the way to the kind Doctor.  The kind Doctor gave Weir boy a voice box.

                        After Weir boy got his voice box he ran straight to the village and    apologized and he warned the village about the evil King coming to kill them all.   The village quickly evacuated and relocated to a remote valley and lived happily ever after.