Night was coming and the last rays of sun lingered on the snow.The dark blue night descended.The wolf knew it was time to go.He crept along as silently as the dayforbidding moon, he watched a star.The wise trees living a hundred years knowthe clever ways of the wolf; an owlresting in a tree knew that winter wouldsoon be over. The moon slipped out of a cloudto show her gleaming beauty. The wolf ransilently toward a little farm. The sky looked at hiscape of stars. At dawn the farmer saw that hehad no cow.
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