A slender little boy sat outside his little house in his little town right on the edge of the forest. He flipped a page of the book he was reading; a tale from Aesop's Fables. The story he was currently reading was about a wolf and a lamb. A small breeze came rolling by fluttering the worn books pages as he read.
"A wolf came upon a lamb straying from the flock, and felt some compunction about taking the life of so helpless a creature without some plausible excuse. So he cast about for a grievance and said at last, "Last year, sirrah, you grossly insulted me." "That is impossible, sir," bleated the lamb, "for I wasn't born then." "Well," retorted the wolf, "you feed in my pastures." "That cannot be," replied the lamb, "for I have never yet tasted grass." "You drink from my spring, then," continued the wolf. "Indeed, sir," said the poor lamb, "I have never yet drunk anything but my mother's milk." "Well, anyhow," said the wolf, "I'm not going without my dinner." And he sprang upon the lamb and devoured it without more ado."
"Hm.."He sighed lazily, using his hand to stifle a yawn as he stretched. "What an unlucky sheep…"
Just then he heard his mother calling from inside. "Coming!" He scrambled to his dirty bare feet and skipped into his home. "Did you make a fresh pie mother?" The little blonde practically drooled over the smell of the apple pie cooling on the window sill.
His mother wiped her hands in her apron. "Yes I did Alois, but it is not for you!" she sternly slapped his hand away when he reached out to stick his little finger inside the pie.
"Where are your manners! I told you it's not for you!" She busied herself with filling a large picnic basket.
Alois hummed upset . "Well mother, who is it for then?" He watched her place the cooling pie in the basket.
"I want you to take this to your grandmother. She is terribly sick."
Alois pouted folding his arms across his chest in objection. "Why do I have to take it?"
"Honey, I am very busy in the kitchen today. It would be good for you to go visit her. Ever since grandpa passed.."She trailed off biting her lip and turned to Alois after grabbing a red cloth.
"Here." She wrapped it around Alois' shoulders. "It feels like it might rain. Please, don't go off the path. It's very dangerous." She said sternly making sure her son heard her words.
The blonde grabbed the basket."Yes mother…I understand" Blue eyes rolled taking everything she said with a grain of salt. Alois would rather find things out for himself.
She watched her son set out for the woods trotting along the path.
"Be careful!" Alois turned hearing his mother shout and gave her a final wave before disappearing into the forest behind the little town.
Deep inside the forest, a wolf smelled the sweet scent of a child heading his way. He grinned. Children where his favorite.
