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The wolf strolled through the park. It was a bright sunny day and the people were out enjoying the last remaining rays of summer: so were the ducks, he noted.

He was on top of the world and looked particularly smart in his new coat. He loved this time of the year, when he could finally don his winter garb without looking out of place. Sheepskin was his favourite.

He spotted a deer in the distance and licked his lips. It was a young one. Where were the rest of the family? Ah there they were. Not far off, but if he was quick enough, he could be in and out before they were any the wiser. He’d also have to be sly; and of course charming; young deer liked a bit of charm; worked every time.

He added a whistle to his jaunty gait and slowly veered in the young deer’s direction. Ah, it was in a world of its own. Oblivious to his approach, it nuzzled a dandelion, playfully dislodging a butterfly. Suddenly the wolf was by its side.