“Do you want to wake the family, Pekka? Be quiet now or you can’t have any more vodka!”
The Wolf took another deep drink and after that there was no holding him back. He went staggering around the room howling at the top of his voice.
The Farmer and all his family came hurrying into the kitchen with clubs and pokers and whatever they could pick up.
“It’s a Wolf!” the Farmer cried. “The impudent scoundrel, coming right into the house! Give him a good beating!”
If the door hadn’t been open they would have clubbed poor Pekka to death. As it was he barely escaped with his life.
In the confusion that followed the Wolves stampeded, running helter-skelter in all directions