In the Seeonee hills it was seven o'clock on a very warm evening. Father Wolf woke up from his day's sleep. He scratched himself, then he yawned. Then he stretched his paws one after the other. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose on the ground near to her four noisy cubs. The moon shone its light into the cave where they all lived. "Augrh!" said Father Wolf. "It is time for me to hunt again." He was going to jump up and run down the hill when a little animal with a large, hairy tail came into the cave. The animal said "Good luck to you, Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth for your wonderful children. I hope that they may always help the hungry animals in this world."