The wolf bit the dust today, all slow and miserable like.
This is how it came about:
Illk the butcher gave him a bone.
‘Look at this bone,’ said Illk.
‘What about it?’ asked the wolf.
‘It’s a bone.’
‘I can see that. You want a medal or something?’
‘Eat it!’
‘No. I’m a wolf.’
‘Eat the bone anyway. You look stupid eating rocks all the time.’
‘I ate a baby.’
‘That was an accident. Eat the bone.’
‘Why should I?’
‘Listen here!’ said Illk, losing his rag. ‘Eat this bone and I’ll close my shop to go out and find you seventeen of the biggest stones you ever saw.’
‘Grey ones?’
‘Grey ones.’
‘Okay. Give me the damn bone.’
He swallowed the bone in one. And that’s how the wolf died.
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