The Wolf went staggering around the room howling at the top of his voice
“You drink first,” Pekka insisted. “You’re the host.”
The Dog raised the bottle and took a little sip. Then the Wolf took a deep swallow.
“Ah!” he said, smacking his lips, “that’s something like!”
His stomach was empty and the vodka went through his veins like fire. He felt happy and laughed and went capering around the room.
“I feel like singing!” he cried.
“My dear Pekka,” the Dog said, “I beg you don’t sing! You will wake the folks! Sit down quietly and we’ll talk.”
So they sat awhile and talked and then the Wolf took another deep swallow of the vodka. Again he wanted to sing and the Dog had trouble in restraining him.