Julian's way took him through the woods.
Everytime he walked home on dark winter nights, he dreaded running into the scarry wolf he had so often read about in story books.
“Mom must be worried about me by now, I must hurry!” thought the little boy.
Regardless of the wind rustling through the trees, he closed his hands into fists and bravely walked on, trying to look as mean as he could.
- Anyway, he said out loud, everybody talks about the wolf, but noone has ever seen it!