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Once upon a time, There was a very sad grey wolf whose muzzle had turned silver. His ears were a little ragged and his tail had developed a definite droop. He had no place nice to go, just a hollow under the pine branches... He felt very sad. 1 |
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curled himself up in a little ball, and put the tip of his wet tail on the tip of his wet nose. A tiny tear slid down, down, down, his furry cheek. The pine branches said," drip, drip, drip." He
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and to be my friend." The snow fell down, down, down, and settled on his cold silvery back. "If I had a Mrs. Wolf I would not be cold and lonely." He felt
very sad. |
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Wolfie gazed into a pool of wet, melted snow. He saw someone looking back at him. He saw a very sad grey wolf whose muzzle had turned silver; whose ears were a little ragged, and
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he saw another little nose over his shoulder! He saw a cute little muzzle with warm, soft ginger fur. He saw ears that were pointed proudly, and a fluffy tail waving gently at him. It was
a girl Wolfie! |
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The sun shone brightly in the blue, blue, blue sky. The wolves rolled in buttercups, and enjoyed every day in the green, green, green meadow. They frolicked in flowers, happily playing wolfish games 'til the sun went down… Red and blue and yellow meadow flowers filled the air with Sweet, sweet, sweet scents 6 |
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Mr. and Mrs. Wolf laid soft bracken in their den, and drank sweet water from the stream down below. Now there were two Wolfies in the den. The warm autumn sun shone on their little faces in the afternoons as they lay resting, and they kept each other warm every night. In the mornings they woke to find the autumn leaves falling down, down, down. They were red, yellow and brown. 7 |
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Mrs.
Wolfie's pups turned up - they have been right beside their
mama wolf for a long time, Then, Mr. Wolfie's pup turned up-she hasn't been right beside her papa wolf for a long time, But she
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Snugly looking out together, to see the cold, wet ice crystals forming on the pond. And the pine branches said," drip, drip, drip." But no
body cared any more. |
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The Wolfie
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