He stamped across the road and stamped across the field to the edge of his beloved deep forest, because he wanted to see what things were doing, the things that build nests and the things that burrow and make little warm caves to live in.
And when he reached the very edge where the thick trees began— there he saw sitting up on its haunches and looking straight at him an Immense Wolf.
He gave a little jump and turned pale and was going to run away as fast as his rubber boots would carry him, when he suddenly stopped
because he could not help it. The Wolf was speaking to him.
"Do not be frightened," he said in a slow deep voice. "And do not run away. I am a Good Wolf."