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Bartolomeu is a wolf with yellow fur and stains in the same color in a darker shade, except for his belly, paws, half of the face, and part of his tail that has white hairs. His eyes are blue and shiny, he has a tuft that falls on his fluffy face.

It was a Sunday morning, Bartolomeu looked out the window. He was holding his blue baby bottle stamped with wolves on it in a chibi style, half of the milk still left. The trees swayed in the wind in the yard, making spring green leaves swirl before they hit the ground gracefully. Bartolomeu felt warm and secure in his living room, leaning on the back of his parents' brown couch. He carried the bottle from time to time, drinking the delicious milk his mother had prepared him, was all that a little wolf needed to start one day.

Finishing her milk, she came down from the sofa, and walked to the coffee table in the living room, saw her reflection on the glass, smiled in greeting, and placed the bottle on top of her. He turned toward the sofa, stared at the window, and climbed on the soft pillows of the furniture. He went back to the same place as before, leaning back on the couch again and looking out.

He stared for a moment toward the playground in his backyard, where he had a lot of fun when his parents decided to take him to play. Among the various toys a seesaw was in the middle, while to the right was a sandbox still with a castle his father made, now almost all destroyed by the wind; two scales and a small children's pool.

Bartolomeu was calm and composed before he saw an aura of threat that was walking through the toys toward the back door of the house. Some time later you hear the noise of someone knocking on the door.

On hearing the beating, Bartolomeu's mother says loudly. "Wait a minute, please!" Hearing that they would receive the man, Bartolomeu thought he could help by getting him before her, so when he arrived in the room he would already be waiting. The door was right next to the sofa. He went to her sinking her feet on the cushions, where she could reach the doorknob.

A little awkwardly managed to open the door. He spotted the man for the first time. He stared at Bartolomeu. He was an adult, tall wolf with a blue coat and tribal markings scattered across his body in white.

In spite of the friendly intentions, the decision of the wolf brought to him a terrible consequence. With a wicked smile, the stranger suspended the cub in the air holding it by his shirt, spreading fear with his angry eyes. Bartolomeu struggled to get rid of the stranger's legs, which kept him in the air as he was led away from his house. As a last resort, completely desperate and afraid, he decides to cry and shout as loudly as he can.

Bartolomeu's mother hears the cries and cries, immediately removes the dish that has dried and drops it to the floor, shattering in several pieces. He ran toward the door and searched desperately for the yard, but it was too late, he had been taken away from her.

The strange blue wolf drifted farther and farther, drifting through the tall, dense foliage trees that barred the sun's rays into the forest, giving the environment a ghastly, dark color. He had given Bartolomeu his only paw, and now he carried it in his lap, holding the slight punches of the puppy in his face, even weak, he could not help.

Bartolomeu stopped resisting exhausted after a long time, only whimpered once in a while. He saw a disgusting swamp approaching, full of roots coming out of a dense, dark mud, in the center was a small piece of solid ground, where was a hut made of thin taboos without a door.

It was taken to the interior of the building. Taking out a small wooden bench and a table in one of the corners covered with moss and roots, the rest was completely empty and abandoned.

"Where are you? I remember it's here!" Said the blue wolf as he swept the earth and leaves from the ground running his feet over him until he tripped over something. "Haha, I found it!" Holding Bartolomeu very firmly on his arm, he crouched and felt the ground until he found a strap, which he pulled hard. The movement lifted a curtain of dust in the air and a passageway revealed itself beneath the trapdoor.

The stairs led to a damp basement. Apart from the illumination he received from the passage, it was ghastly and dark.

The blue wolf loose Bartolomeu on the ground running toward the stairs hoping to flee from there, but the stairs were too far and too high for him, so he turned to the stranger. Squinting into the darkness, she could see him feeling the air with his paws, hunting for something on the walls. He saw the stranger find a wooden shelf, dragged his hand exploring the surface, dust rose from the place as he scrubbed at his search, let a glass jar fall to the ground and shatter before finding what he was looking for. He picked up a rusty old lantern from the shelf and reached for a lighter in his pockets. A small flame can be seen in the dark, and then the whole basement was illuminated after the lamp was lit with the flame.

"We can take care of you now," said the blue wolf as he stared at Bartolomeu with his eyes shining in the light of the lantern which produced long shadows on his face leaving his hideous face.

Bartolomeu hid behind the stairs, clutching the wood with his little fingers. The feeling of fear was strong, and the idea of nowhere to run made him immobile. With each step the stranger gave him, he was left with a cold in his belly more and more intense. And the words that were spoken to him next did not improve the situation.

"Bartolomeu Junior, in his most innocent and fragile way, who would say that a little thing like you can become someone capable of causing so much pain and suffering, but I am here to prevent this ..."

A flashlight filled the basement, a white circle formed behind the blue wolf, where a figure quickly emerged from inside and shoved the hijacker against the wall beside Bartolomeu.

It took a while for the puppy to become accustomed to the flash that emitted the circle and to get a good view of the other wolf that was standing in front of him, was as tall as the blue, wore a white coat with a pocket in the height his coat was yellow with a few spots in the same color in a darker shade, except for his belly, paws, half of the face, and part of his tail that had white.

For a moment Bartolomeu thought he was his father, but he was still paralyzed with fear and did not dare go to him.

"Bartolomeu!" Said the villain as he recognized the wolf that shoved him.

"I never thought I'd be able to do such a low blow Bruce, you fooled me into driving me out of the house, so I could invade you and use my time machine to sabotage me in the past. forgive this. "

"And what will you do? You would never hurt me, it's against what you think is right."

The puppy watched closely, clutching the wood of the ladder even harder.

"I know it's hard to go through what you went through Bruce, but you never looked at my side when you came to me to help you on your crazy plan. No one can change Bruce's past, and I could explain everything to you if you gave me the oportunity."

"I've given you many opportunities, Bartolomeu, and you abandoned me when I needed you most, I do not want to understand anything, I want you to die!"

Bruce picked up a penknife that was in one of his pockets and with a swift movement opened the blade and threw it toward Bartolomeu who was still on the ladder stagnant with fear. Suddenly, everything froze, except the wolf in a lab coat. He walked toward Bartolomeu and crouched beside him staring at his frozen face in a look of despair; he saw the blade that would hit him if he had not frozen the time. "After picking up the sheet, the time has come back to normal." "Shit Bruce! You do not leave me any choice." After a strong inspiration, he grabs the blade, throws it over his shoulders and quickly takes a gun from a pocket inside the lab coat, and points at Bruce.

Bartolomeu shivers in fear, leaves the wood of the stairs and runs to the other side of the room in fear. The yellow wolf thinks about saying something to calm him down but gives up.

"New trick, this I've never seen Barto!". Bruce said with a sarcastic laugh.

"This is not the only new trick you'll see today!"

The trigger of the weapon is pressed, a blue ray is thrown towards Bruce, his body slowly changing color until it resembles that of the ray that penetrated his body painlessly, and then began to shrink, slowly at first and then increasing the speed until the trigger was released.

The thunderbolt that hit Bruce was one of the wolf's inventions, which made him regress physically and mentally, coming to a state where he was just a baby with the looks and deeds of someone who should not be more than one year old .

"I hoped things would go better for you this time, I never meant to hurt you, we were good friends, you were predictable coming here, our secret club, right?" We played a lot here when we were kids. " He looked at Bruce who was playing with his foot. "Well, now, you still are." He put his hand over his thoughtful jaw. "He came here as if he wanted to be found by me." The yellow wolf then picks Bruce up in his lap and walks toward Bartolomeu. "Time to go home small I."

Bartolomeu shrinks and walks to the wall, looking with his eyes wide and frightened.

"Do not be afraid small, you and I are the same person. It would never hurt you." The yellow wolf stretched his paw toward Bartolomeu, who after a while staring at her decides to grapple reluctantly.

Bartolomeu holding the stranger's paw tightly follows him down the path he had been brought to the hut. The forest made him shiver. Already Bruce had lost his aura of threat, his eyes scary and angry, giving way to a small, cute creature that played in the arms of the yellow wolf on the way.

Upon arriving in the backyard playground, the wolf took great care not to be seen when he left Bartolomeu on the same door he was taken. "Maybe we'll see each other again some day, little fellow." He gave a friendly smile, then knocked on the door and left.

Bartolomeu's mother opened the door, her eyes were still tear-eyed, and a phone in her hand, when she saw her son, moved toward him and pressed him comfortably into her body with a warm, receptive hug. He glanced around to see if he found anything suspicious as he stroked his pup's head.

A few minutes later ...

"I need to find something to cuddle Bruce in." Bartolomeu said as he lit the blue wolf on his sleeping arm with a calm expression.

Bartolomeu spotted a picnic basket under a tree as he passed a park, after making sure the owners were not around, stealthily grabbed the basket and left some cash notes on the spot. "I know it's wrong, but with that money they got twenty new baskets."

As he passed the front of a house, he found several blankets swaying with the wind on a clothesline, he thought for a while, and decided to take one, once again left money to compensate, trapped in the fasteners that held the blanket.

Bartolomeu positioned the blanket in the basket, settling to be as comfortable as possible, then placed Bruce in it, he was still sleeping heavily. He took the notepad and pen out of his pocket and began writing a note pretending to be a poor family and making some deliberate misspellings, and asked Bartolomeu's uncles to take good care of Bruce and educate him best. He knew they would not deny the challenge.

Bartolomeu left Bruce in front of the door, rang the doorbell, and ran to the other side of the street, where he pretended to be a pedestrian who did not care for the couple who left the house, who were quite alarmed to see a baby lying in the door of his house . Even if they trusted him, Bartolomeu was apprehensive and worried, he trusted that his uncles would be a great family, and knew no one better to leave little Bruce. He was calmer when he saw the couple reading the note and taking Bruce inside. "Good luck, Bruce, I hope you're happy in your new family."

Bartolomeu went into the forest looking for privacy, then tweaked his watch, which also indicated a date, set it up for a moment sometime in the future and pressed one of its side buttons. A strong, white flash formed in front of him, and he crossed the portal back in time.