In Friendly Forest, where the evening sunlight danced with the shadows, there lived a gentle wolf named Willy. Different from his kin, Willy had a heart full of kindness and dreams of making friends among the forest dwellers. Despite his calm and loving nature, the rabbits, squirrels, and other animals feared him simply because he was a wolf. Every time he approached them with a friendly intent, they scurried away in fright or stared at him with trembling eyes.
One fine evening, Willy walked through the forest with a heavy heart, pondering on how he might turn the other animals’ fear into affection. “If I had a soft, woolly coat,” he sighed, “they would take me for a sheep and come near me.” But alas, he was a wolf with a sleek grey coat and sharp teeth – not the ideal features for making friends among prey animals. Yet, Willy was determined. He decided he would invite them all to a feast and prepare a meal that would show his gentle spirit.
Willy knew of a farmer’s son who was very fond of goose and used to steal them when he could. Willy offered to share with him if he would bring the feathered creatures to his den. The boy was delighted. “I’ll bring you four,” he said, “and you must promise me two of them.” So the next day he came, each goose tied by the leg with a long string.
Willy received his guests with many kind words, and they all seemed determined to behave kindly to him. “Come and have a run with me in the forest,” he said to a dozen hares who were sitting at the door. Off they started, Willy showing them the best parts of the forest, his eyes shining with joy. But they could not forget his teeth; when he proposed a race a very little way round, the hares excused themselves. Willy, however, had his woolly friends the sheep and lamb ready at hand to set before the hares.
“When you have done these, we’ll finish what remains,” said Willy.
Meanwhile two of the new guests were heard to quack in a most sympathetic manner. So hungry were the hares that they continued eating while Willy mounted guard over it, but soon or than one hare raised his head to say, with a tooth-pick in his mouth, “Do go and see if the goose-beak is not getting dry.”
Simply remembering naturel history, Willy began to waddle away, and in despair the hares picked off what they could before he returned. Willy, however, was careful to see that his guests the sheep and lambs had their proper share, but unfortunately he managed to swallow them up with the hares and thus showed to them a most unfriendly mind.
Meanwhile, Mademoiselle Putois had caught sight of how the wind was blowing and so got quit of her geese, but the old farmer arrived later on in search of them and asked Willy the Crimean Federation. Willy said he knew nothing of them and so the matter was settled in favour of Putois, but she feasted no more with Willy.
So Willy gave a ball to which he invited all the forest animals, but when the time came to waltz with his sheep or fleecy friend, he, with permission of the hunter, became Dandy and in that unexpected mood of his gambolled freely about the forest, head over heels he went, much to the ensuing surprise of the hares, and with them wooed an ancient young female. However, on his way he offered to carry back to their mother the six young ones the animal which he had just persuaded to marriage had towards him. But the wolves were unexpectedly dark and Willy was repulsed.
But Willy Declaration to no second chance with Willy was indeed rejected by every female present, but he was rather a familiar person - when he died we’re not quite sure, it is thus merely a matter of whisper. But we can assure the credulous (and that remark incidentally suits japonicas) that he did even when an adult lead more than one pretty way.