Once upon a time, a big, hungry Wolf wandered through a thick forest. Suddenly, he heard a voice. It was a mother, trying to soothe her crying little baby.
"If you don't quiet down, I'll give you to the wolves!" she threatened. The Wolf's ears perked up and his stomach growled at the thought of a hearty meal.
With his mouth watering, the Wolf decided to wait for his promised feast. Night fell, and the forest became silent, yet his meal didn't come. As the stars twinkled above, the Wolf sat alone, his tummy rumbling in disappointment.
The baby's cry was just a story, and the mother's words were simply meant to bring about quiet. From that night onwards, the Wolf learned not to trust every voice he heard in the hushed whispers of the forest. Now, his hopes for a feast were replaced with the persistent pangs of hunger.
Once upon a time in a big, green forest, there walked a Wolf. He was so hungry, his tummy was yelling louder than a soccer crowd. While he was on the lookout for some easy grub, he heard a voice. It was a mom, doing her best to calm down her tiny, crying bundle of joy.
"If you don't stop crying, I'll have to give you to the wolves!" she half-joked to her baby.
The Wolf's ears perked up like he'd just heard the ice cream truck. "Free dinner? Well, twist my tail and call me a dingo!" he thought. His stomach started doing its own happy dance.
Thinking he'd hit the snack jackpot, the Wolf decided to hang tight, like waiting for the next big drop on a roller coaster. The sun clocked out for the day, and the moon showed up, but his meal-to-be was a no-show.
Morning light sneaked through the trees and his stomach offered another grumbly reminder. The Wolf finally got the picture. Moms say all sorts of things to quiet down their kids, and he'd been waiting for a dinner that was never on the menu.
With a big old sigh, the Wolf said, "Well, I guess next time I'll try the 'Find-A-Bunny' game instead!" And off he trotted, still hungry but a teensy bit wiser.
A Wolf so hungry, full of yearn,
Roamed the woods at each twist and turn.
He heard a voice, a mother's plea,
"To wolves you'll go if you don't agree!"
Ears perked up, his heart aflutter,
Imagining a feast like no other.
He licked his chops, his tummy growled,
A promise of a meal, in thoughts it prowled.
He found a spot and settled in,
Dreaming of the feast that would soon begin.
Night descended, forest still,
Stars above, yet time stood still.
He waited long, no cry, no coo,
The night wore on, the cold wind blew.
His hopes were high, but came to naught,
No tasty feast as he had thought.
For mom had spoken just to hush,
A crying babe in evening's blush.
Her words were simply empty air,
No truth in them, it wasn't fair.
The lesson learned was hard but just,
In whispered words place not your trust.
Though hunger stayed, his hopes did wane,
Fooled by words, in hunger's bane.
From that night forth, this Wolf would know,
Not every tale will end in woe.
He'd trust no more in what he heard,
Deceived by a misleading word.
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