Wolf always talked out of his backside, and Fox was getting
really sick of it. It had started when Fox was telling Wolf how he’d nearly
died after encountered an animal called ‘Man.’
‘Ho ho, we’ll see just how fearsome he really is!’ Wolf had
chortled. ‘If you lead me to this ‘Man’ of yours, then I’ll show you how a real
animal deals with danger!’
As you can imagine, Fox was mightily pissed off.
‘Come with me then,’ he said. ‘Show me how great you are.’
He led Wolf to the road that cut through the forest. The two
waited until they heard slow, heavy footsteps.
An old soldier came limping by. He stank of old sweat and
gunpowder, and was missing an eye.
‘Is that a man?’ Wolf asked.
‘No,’ said Fox, ‘that was one. Keep watching.’
The next to come along was a schoolboy with a bag full of
books.
‘Is that a man?’ Wolf asked. ‘If so, than what a tasty
morsel he is!’
‘No,’ Fox replied, ‘but give him time, and he will become
one.’
After an hour or so, Fox finally saw what he wanted. A tall,
muscular huntsman strode down the road, a musket over his shoulder and a knife
hanging from his belt.
‘Now that’s a proper man,’ Fox said, ‘and he is terrifying.’
‘We’ll see about that!’ Wolf snarled.
He leapt out of the bushes, his hackles raised and a deep
throaty growl rumbling through his jaws. The hunter yelled in surprise, and
Wolf pounced forward, teeth bared and ready to rip out his throat-
BANG!
As soon as the dust cleared, Fox saw Wolf lying still on the
road, and the huntsman standing erect with his musket pointing forward.
With a stifled whine, Wolf staggered to his feet. Luckily
for him, the hunter had run out of bullets.
‘It’s gonna take more than that,’ he said. He lunged forward again, knocking the musket out of the man’s hands.
‘It’s gonna take more than that,’ he said. He lunged forward again, knocking the musket out of the man’s hands.
The huntsman reached for his knife and struck the wolf
several times, each time drawing blood. Howling with pain, Wolf scampered back
into the bushes, tail firmly between his legs.
‘Oh dear, is poor little Wolfie-kins hurt?’ Fox asked. ‘Did
the big, bad Man give you a boo-boo?’
‘Shut up,’ Wolf growled as he licked his wounds. ‘You saw
the whole thing. He had an extra arm that went boom, right in my face, and then
he took out a claw and gave me the most awful scratching. I don’t think the
scars will ever fully heal.’
Fox smiled.
‘A real animal, eh?’ he said.
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