ANOTHER WOLF STORY
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"WOLF! Wolf! Wolf!"
Three farmers were walking across a field and looking eagerly for
tracks in the soft ground. One carried a gun, one had a pitchfork, and
the third had an ax.
"Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!" they cried, as they met another farmer coming over
the hill.
"Where? where?" he asked.
"We don't know," was the answer, "but we saw her tracks down there by
the brook. It's the same old wolf that has been skulking around here
all winter."
"She killed three of my lambs last night," said the one whose name was
David Brown.
"She's killed as many as twenty since the winter began," said Thomas
Tanner.
"How do you know that it is only one beast that does all this
mischief?" asked the fourth farmer, whose name was Israel Putnam.
"Because the tracks are always the same," answered David Brown. "They
show that three toes have been lost from the left forefoot."
"She's been caught in a trap some time, I guess," said Putnam.
"Samuel Stark saw her the other morning," said Tanner. "He says she
was a monster; and she was running straight toward the hills with a
little lamb in her mouth. They say she has a family of young wolves
up there; and that is why she kills so many lambs.
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