ONE MORE THING TO DO

Hannah and I walked up to Henry's naked body. He had transformed into his human form - naked - when he lost consciousness. He was lying on his stomach. I facepalmed and said, "I told him to let his uncle go, but he didn't listen."

My uncle arrived at the scene with a big blue blanket and said, "I knew this would happen. You ladies get back. This young pal still has some dignity in him." My uncle wrapped Henry's body in the blanket. He carried the body and said, "I'll meet you all at home." He took his leave.

"Is he dead?" Hannah asked. "He had some many injuries."

"He's not dead; however, he is unconscious," I answered. "He deserves those injuries. They will turn to scars that will forever remind him that violence solves nothing. He should be glad he didn't die."