Once upon a time, long
Once upon a time, long ago,
there was a wolf laying low.
All he wanted was a friend or two
but he didn't know what to do.
Then one day a pig appeared
and the wolf no longer feared
being alone
so he began to roam.
Around the land
using his hand
to search for the pig.
But when he did
he found three
in uncertainty.
They were all scared
in houses they prepared,
in protection from him
but he wanted to trim
them so he could play
with his friends and say
that he wouldn't be
lonely and beast-ly.
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