It was seven o'clock on a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest. He scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four noisy cubs. The moon shone into the the cave where they all lived. "Augrh!" said Father Wolf. "It is time to hunt again." He was going to jump up and run down the hill when a little shadow with a large, hairy tail came into the cave and whined: "Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth for your noble children, I hope that they may never forget the hungry creatures in this world."