Once upon a time, there was a dryad who was smaller than a dog but bigger than a mouse. The tree gave the small Dryad comfort. The dryad would play with the tree everyday.
One night, the dryad was sleeping on one of the tree's branches, near the tree, was a bush. The bush moved violently in the night and then, a loud cry came from the bush. She woke up in fear.
She was scared but curious to see who was crying. She climbed down the tree and slowly walked towards the bush. She looked in the bush and a loud thud. A werewolf jumped out and landed on the dryad. "Oww!" The dryad said. She squirmed trying to get away.
"Oww! Why did you do that!?"
"S-S-Sorry.." *Whimpers* "I have a thorn in my paw and it hurts.." *Whimpers again*
"I'll help you with your thorn."
The dryad slowly pulled the thorn out 30 minutes after they met and the next morning, they played.
*Laughing so hard*
*Laughs and smiles widely*
After a while of getting to know each other, they were best friends for years. And that's the story.