“No, no, I’ll eat you,” growled the wolf.
And he sprang at the kid, now almost dead with fright.
Just then a lucky thought came to the little kid.
“Oh, Mr. Wolf,” said he, “I have heard that you make very fine music. I love to dance. Will you not sing for me, so that I may have one more dance before I die? It is not much to ask.”
This pleased the wolf, for he was proud of his voice.
“Well,” he growled, “music is good before eating. I often sing before my dinner. To-day I was too hungry to think of it. But I will sing just one song. Then I will eat you. Dance lively, now!”
So the wolf sang a song, and the kid danced his best.
When the wolf stopped, the kid cried, “That was good. But you did not sing loud enough or fast enough for me. Is that the best you can do?”