The baby chicks jumped all over the wolf and gave him a hundred kisses. “Oh Thank you, Uncle Wolf!” You`re the best cook in the world!”
The wolf crept closer. But just as he was about to grab his prey…
Uncle Wolf didn`t have chicken stew that night but Mrs. Chicken fixed him a nice dinner anyway. “Aw, shucks”, he thought, as he walked home, “maybe tomorrow I`ll bake the little critters a 100 scrumptious cookies!”
The door opened suddenly and the chicken screeched, “Oh, so it was you, Mr Wolf!”
And on the next night he brought a scrumptious cake weighing a hundred pounds. “Eat well, my pretty chicken”, he cried. “get nice and fat for my stew!”
“Children, children! Look, the pancakes and the doughnuts and the scrumptious cake- They weren`t from Santa Claus! All those presents were from Uncle Wolf!”
He had another idea. “If there were just some way to fatten this bird a little more, “ he thought, “there would be all the more stew for me” So …
The wolf ran home to his kitchen and began to cook. First he made a 100 scrumptious pancakes. Then, late at night, he felt them on the chicken`s porch.
The Next night he brought a hundred scrumptious doughnuts. “Eat well, my pretty chicken” he cried” Get nice and fat for my stew!”
That chicken must be as fat as a balloon by now, “ He thought. “Let`s see” But as he peeked into the chicken`s house…
There once lived a wolf who loved to eat more than anything in the world. As soon as he finished one meal, he began to think on the next.
One day the wolf got a terrible craving for chicken stew. All day long he walked across the forest in search for a delicious chicken. Finally he spotted one. "Ah! she is just perfect for my stew" He thought.
