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It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills. Father Wolf
woke up from his day's rest. He scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his
paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. Mother Wolf
lay with her big grey nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs. The
moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived. "Augrrh!" said Father
Wolf. "It is time to hunt again." He was going to spring down hill when a little
shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined.
"Good luck goes with you, O Chief of the wolves. And your noble children may
never forget the hungry in this world."​

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