A Story of Two
Wolves and a Squirrel
by Richard Smith
Once upon a
time there stood a large mountain, on the top of
which there was a large cave where two big wolves
lived. Near the cave grew a tall pine tree. One
day, a squirrel went up the tree for some nuts.
While it was half way up the tree, the two wolves
came out of the cave and saw it.
"Oh, look,
isn't that a squirrel?" one asked.
"It is,"
the other replied.
"I think
squirrels taste delicious," one said, with
water dripping out of his mouth.
"So do I."
The other looked very pleased.
Then they
decided to climb up to the tree. They crawled so
that they wouldn’t make any noise. As you
know, wolves have long legs and soon they reached
the foot of the tree. Now they had a problem: who
would climb the tree first? They talked and
talked, but they couldn't reach an agreement.
Finally, they started to use their strength. At
last, the stronger won the right to climb. When
he was half up the tree, he didn't seize the
trunk tightly enough and fell down to the ground,
dead. The other sat down, thinking hard for a
clever way to catch the squirrel. All of sudden,
he appeared very excited. He made full use of his
power and started to gnaw at the trunk of the
tree.
"What is
the wolf doing?" the squirrel wondered.”
I must eat up before something bad happens."
It took the
wolf about half an hour to gnaw the tree down. As
soon as the tree fell down, he began to search
for the squirrel.
"But
where is it?" he asked himself. "I must
find it!"
He searched
and searched, but it was nowhere to be seen.
Where had it gone?
While the wolf
was gnawing the tree, the little squirrel had
jumped off the tree and ran off.
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