“What will you do for us if we spare you?”
“I’ll send you twelve Wolves,” Pekka promised. “That will give you more meat than you’d have if you killed just me!”
“Twelve,” the Goat replied. “You are right: twelve Wolves will give us more meat than one. Very well, we’ll let you go on condition that you send us twelve. But see you keep your word!”
So the Wolf went off as fast as his stiff legs could carry him and assembled twelve of his brothers.
“I’ve called you together,” he said, “to warn you of two terrible creatures, a Goat and a Ram, who are here in the forest eating up Wolves! Already they have a sack full of our unfortunate relations’ skulls and bones! I saw the sack myself! Don’t you think we ought all of us to flee?”
“What!” said the other Wolves, “thirteen Wolves turn tail on one Goat and one Ram? Never! We’ll go together and give them battle!”
“Don’t count me in!” Pekka said. “I don’t want to see those two again!”
So the twelve Wolves marched off without Pekka.
The Goat as he saw them coming ran up a tree. The Ram followed him but couldn’t get very high.
The twelve Wolves came under the tree and standing in close formation called out: