The True Encounter ”Wolf!” cried my cunning heart At every sheep it spied, And roused the countryside. ”Wolf! Wolf!”—and up would start Good neighbours, bringing spade And pitchfork to my aid. At length my cry was known: Therein lay my release. I met the wolf alone And was devoured in peace. |
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