“It’s a big, grey wolf,” said Danny. “With great big sharp teeth. Like the wolf that ate Little Red Riding Hood’s grandma.” “Did the big kid tell you that rubbish?” asked Leon. “No, I thought of that all by myself,” said Danny. As they walked past the library, Leon suddenly remembered, “I have to take Mum’s book back.” He got the book out of his backpack. He was just handing it in at the counter when he heard Danny yell, “This is what that wolf is like!” “Oh no!” thought Leon. Danny had found a book about wolves. He was looking at a photo of a huge, grey wolf. It was like the big, bad wolf from fairy tales. Its fierce, yellow eyes stared right at you out of the page. It had sharp fangs. They looked strong enough to crunch your bones. They were dripping blood. “Look at his teeth!” yelled Danny. “He’s just eaten a bad boy!” “No he hasn’t!” said Leon. “And anyway, if he only eats bad boys, why can’t you just be good?” “Because I can’t be good all the time!”
