Once upon a twilight in a forest called Mystic lived a wolf named Wally. He was not just any wolf; he had a big, fluffy coat and bright eyes. But sadly, all the other animals in the forest thought he was scary, so whenever Wally appeared, all his fellow forest friends would run away as quickly as they could. How lonely poor Wally felt. He wanted so much to make some friends and join in their games.
One evening, as he was sitting under the Big Oak tree and wishing with all his heart that someone would come and play with him, suddenly, just in front of his big furry paws, fell a little black-and-white bunny just about as big as his own foot. The poor thing began to tremble like a leaf.
“Don’t be afraid,” said kind-hearted Wally, bending down to sniff the little creature. “I won’t hurt you. Have you lost your way? Where do you live?”
The little bunny slowly raised its head and looked up at the great big wolf, so frightened that it could hardly speak.
“I–I live at Farmer John’s,” it stammered, quaking all over.
“Then I’ll take you home,” said Wally cheerfully. “Where do you live?”
“Whe–where do I live?” exclaimed the bunny.
“Yes, where do you live?” repeated Wally. “I thought you said you lived at Farmer John’s?”
“Oh! yes, yes,” answered the bunny in great delight. “But I thought that you–surely a big wolf like you wouldn’t want to go near Farmer John’s.”
“You follow me,” said Wally; and so saying, off he started, the little bunny following as quickly as it could. But as soon as they got to the edge of the great woods, Wally found it was almost dark, and he knew that it would be a long way to Farmer John’s.
“Now, little friend,” he said, “why don’t you get up on my back? I can carry you along much faster than you can run, and it is a long way off be sure.”
Wally lowered his back, and the little bunny climbed on, and in this way, the two new friends started off together. Farmer John’s lay a little way past the cottage where the kind-hearted little bunny was taken, and as soon as they arrived, it jumped down and scampered into the house, tumbling over and over with delight at meeting once more its friends and, of course, telling them all about the great big friendly wolf who had carried it home.