The Old Slow Wolf

August 17, 2017

The wolf licked his lips

The girl stumbled over a twig

The wolf moved a tree closer

The girl fell behind the woodsman

The wolf was close now

The girl stopped to pick a flower

The wolf galloped as fast as he could

But the woodsman moved faster

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