"But before you harness me," the Good Wolf said, "there is something else to be done. If your mother were to see a wolf galloping off into the forest with her boy she would not know he was a Good Wolf and she would be frightened, and if we met a
hunter in the forest he would not know I was a good wolf and he would shoot me. So I must change myself into something else."
"Can you?" cried Barty, and his eyes grew as big as saucers, he was so delighted.
"Just you watch me!" said the Good Wolf.
Once he shook himself—twice he shook himself—three times he shook himself—and then something very funny happened. While he was shaking himself he shook so fast that he looked as if he were standing in a white mist. Then he stopped quite suddenly and
