The night falls on the dense forest. However, in the village, the commotion is at its peak. Wherever one looks, there are advertisements to protect oneself from the big bad Wolf. As the sun disappears behind the treetops and darkness creeps into the alleys, a mournful howl echoes from the depths of the forest, even causing the boldest to shiver: the Wolf is out of his lair. The terrified villagers hasten to return to their homes and lock themselves in securely. The only one who doesn't seem scared in the least is the Owl. Perched on her tree, she knits away as the village plunges into silence. The Owl knows many things. For instance, she knows that the Wolf isn't as wicked as he appears.
The Wolf in Underpants
