The Three Little Wolves AND THE Big Bad Boar

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Chapter One

Once upon a time, there was a mother wolf. She lived deep in the evergreen forest. She had three little wolves. The oldest little wolf had curly blond fur. His curls glistened every time the sun's rays peeked through the tall trees. The second little wolf had thick shaggy fur. It was bright red, like a robin's breast. The youngest little wolf had sleek brown fur. It made him look elegant.

When the little wolves grew older, they grew more curious every day. They liked to go exploring. They explored all the trees around them. They explored all the hills and valleys. It was not long before they had explored the whole forest. One day, they became so curious that they decided to explore the world. So the little wolves said good-bye to their mother. They set out on the narrow path that led out of the forest.

The little wolves wandered for a long, long time. Finally, the path opened into the lovely countryside. There were many fields with different crops. There were rolling meadows. Pink clover blossoms covered some of them. Bees were buzzing all around. The bees were collecting nectar from the blossoms to make honey. The little wolves liked honey, but they were too afraid of the bees to take any of it.

The little wolves walked a while in the countryside. Soon they came to a small, wooden bridge. The little bridge crossed a small babbling brook. The oldest little wolf bent down and listened to the brook. He thought that it was saying something to him. This made the blond wolf very curious. He said to his brothers, "I want to follow this talking stream." So the younger wolves wished their brother good luck and continued along the path.

The blond little wolf followed the stream through fields of fragrant clover blossoms. He liked the countryside very much. There were pretty white daisies to sniff. There were busy bees to watch. There were big, sturdy trees to climb and many hills on which he could play. Some trees had ripe apples; some trees grew delicious walnuts. The little wolf tried something from each tree. For dessert, he picked some wild strawberries that grew along the stream.

After his delicious meal, the blond little wolf followed the stream some more. Soon he came to a wheat field. The wheat was ripe. It swayed in the gentle breeze that blew over the field. The wheat stems glistened like gold in the afternoon sun. The golden color reminded the little wolf of his own blond fur. He fell in love with the golden wheat stems. He walked along the wheat field until he met a farmer. The farmer was cutting down the wheat. "Why are you cutting those pretty golden stems?" asked the little wolf.

The farmer replied, "I am cutting the wheat so that we can make flour from it. Then we use the flour to make bread."

"Oh!" said the little wolf. He knew what bread was. Then he asked, "What do you do with the golden stems?"

"Oh, that is straw," said the farmer. "We use it for making straw roofs for our houses."

"May I have some of that straw?" asked the little wolf.

The farmer smiled and said, "Why sure, little wolf. You may have as much as you want."

So the little blond wolf gathered enough straw to make a small hut. Then he found a pretty meadow near the forest. There were many daisies growing in the meadow. In the center of the meadow was a big, sturdy oak tree. It cast a long shadow in the afternoon sun. The little wolf built his straw hut in the shadow of the big oak tree.

He had just finished building his very own straw hut when a big wild boar came out of the forest. The boar was mean and very hungry. He saw the little wolf as the wolf ducked into the straw hut. The boar thought to himself, "There is my supper."

So the big bad boar walked up to the hut and said softly, "Little wolf, little wolf, open the door, and let me in!"

The little wolf peeked out and said, "Not by the hair of my chinny chin-chin."

"Little wolf," cried the boar, "if you don't let me in, I'll charge and crash your house down!"

The little wolf didn't budge. So the big bad boar backed up. He lowered his head. "Snort! Snort! Snort!" he puffed.

He came charging at the hut. But the little wolf was smart. He watched the boar come closer. The boar was charging. Faster and faster! Closer and closer. Suddenly, the hut moved out of the way. The boar went charging by.

The little wolf had picked up the hut from the inside and moved it over just in the nick of time. The boar felt very foolish. This made him very angry. He turned around and shouted, "Little wolf, open up your door, or I will smash your house down!"

The blond little wolf peeked out again and said, "Not by the hairs of my chinny chin-chin!"

So the big bad boar charged again. He didn't know that the little wolf had moved the straw hut in front of the sturdy oak tree.

The big bad boar was really furious. He charged blindly for the hut. The little wolf waited inside. The boar was charging faster and faster. He was getting closer and closer. The ground was shaking.

Animals were running away. Birds were flying off. Still, the little wolf stayed inside. The boar's snout was almost touching the hut. Suddenly, the little wolf jumped out of the hut through the window.

Smash! Straw flew all around. The tree shook so hard that leaves fell off its branches. The big bad boar fell over backward. He hadn't paid attention to where he was going. He had knocked himself out cold on the big oak tree.

The little wolf carefully stepped up to the sleeping boar, who was covered in leaves. Soon a big bump grew on the forehead of the nasty boar. The bump grew and grew. Soon it looked like a long horn on the head of the boar.

The little wolf climbed up the tree to see if there was a village nearby. He spotted the farmer's village beyond the wheat fields. So the smart little wolf hurried to the village. He told all the people that there was a unicorn sleeping under the big oak tree in the meadow. Some people had heard a big bang, so they went to the meadow to see what was going on. When they saw the bad boar with the bump on his head, they all laughed. They agreed that he looked just like an ugly unicorn.

When the big bad boar woke up the next day, all the people and animals called him "the unicorn." His big bump never went away again. So ever since that day, everybody called the big bad boar "the unicorn" as a joke. This made the boar very angry. He became even meaner than before. He hated everybody who called him a unicorn. He blamed the little wolf for everything—and so, from that day on, the big bad boar hated little wolves most of all.

The little wolf soon built himself a new straw hut close to the village. The people liked the smart little wolf. He helped the farmers harvest the crops. He told the little children funny stories. And because he had golden fur and lived in a golden straw hut, the people called him "Goldy Wolf."

Chapter Two

The two younger wolf brothers had stayed on the path. They walked until the sun went down. Soon it got too dark to travel. So the two little wolves collected some hay for a mattress. They put leaves over the hay so that it wouldn't tickle. They found some moss behind a big maple tree and used the moss for pillows. Soon they were fast asleep beneath the bright, twinkling stars.

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