The
squirrel told Ignatius that the wolf dwelled in the deepest area of the forest,
where no sunlight reaches through the trees. Before he set out, Ignatius wanted
to ensure that the squirrel would be safe. “Run along until you reach a
magnificent village, where the roads are painted gold and the houses are
painted white. That is my homeland, the kingdom of Fair Alora . When you get there, go down to the
palace and into the kitchen. There will be a kitchen maid there, named Avaline.
She is a good friend of mine. Tell her you are looking for a place to stay, and
that you are a friend of Sir Ignatius, but do not tell her where you ran into
me. She will take you in, and you will have good food and a warm place to sleep
at night until it is safe for you to return to the forest.”
The squirrel kissed him on the cheek
and thanked him profusely before running off to do as directed, and Ignatius
set out to the deepest area of the forest. He figured that this wolf must be
part of a pack, like any other wolf, and therefore the first thing he would
have to do was trick it into straying from the pack. Then he would slay it, but
with what weapon?
When he reached the deepest part of
the forest, Ignatius found a large, heavy stone and a large, thick switch. He
picked these up and took them with him, and now he had two possible weapons. He
took off his shoes and hid them under a shrub, and walked on tiptoe so his
steps would be silent. He concealed himself in the shadows cast by the trees
and the overhanging branches.
Ignatius walked until his feet were
red and his toes worn down, so that he had to go the rest of the way limping,
but still he did not find the wolf pack. He kept at it until he was startled by
the sudden sound of a rabbit’s screech—an ear-piercing sound that chilled him
straight through to the bones. He was tempted to run toward it, but the running
would give away his position and his feet were too worn down for it anyway. He
was forced to continue to limp, staying in the shadows and trying his hardest
to mentally block out the scream, which continued to echo through the forest
and strike terror into his heart.
He finally reached the source of the
sound—a large, grey wolf was brutalizing a poor young rabbit, sinking his teeth
into its legs, its back, and its head and shaking it back and forth in its
large jaws like the falconer’s dog often did with his toys. The wolf was
laughing in sadistic glee as the poor creature shrieked and cried and pleaded
for mercy, and Ignatius could not bear the sight. “Wolf!” he hollered. “Do you
have the courage to go after something much bigger than you? Or do you only
select targets that will make you
feel big?”
The wolf fell silent for a few
seconds, wondering who in the world dared insult him like this. Then he dropped
the rabbit, gave it a nasty kick with his paw, and turned toward Ignatius. His
nose sniffed the air, taking in the scent of human blood. Ignatius stood his
ground, tightly holding on to his two weapons.
“So,” the wolf said, baring his
large, blood-stained teeth, “you dare to insult me?”
Ignatius nodded.
“Do you know that I could end your
life today?”
“I would like to see some proof
before you make such grand claims.”
The wolf struck. Ignatius stepped to
the side and jerked his foot upward, landing a kick on the wolf’s stomach and
sending him tumbling through the air. He landed on his stomach, and Ignatius
went at him with the switch. But the wolf quickly rose to his feet and grabbed
the switch in his jaws. He jerked it around wildly in the same manner he had
been jerking the rabbit around. Ignatius could not hold on to it and his stone
at the same time. He was forced to let go of it, and reached for his stone
while the wolf shook the switch around a few more times before tossing it
aside.
The wolf lunged for Ignatius again,
and Ignatius again swerved to the side, but wasn’t quick enough to keep the
wolf from getting hold of his leg. It clung fast to it, clawing at it and
biting it and laughing with sadistic pleasure.
But now Ignatius could land the
perfect blow.
He bashed the wolf over the head with the stone, and the wolf dropped his leg and fell unconscious. He dropped the stone right on top of the wolf’s head, and that was the end of the terrible creature.
He bashed the wolf over the head with the stone, and the wolf dropped his leg and fell unconscious. He dropped the stone right on top of the wolf’s head, and that was the end of the terrible creature.
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