Mr. Wolf had come to the counsel to discuss his decision to clear his name. However, now he was not sure that had been a good idea as many of the wolves broke their silence and began to howl at the thought of him clearing his name. One younger wolf in particular, who was young and agile the way Mr. Wolf had been when he was younger, sneered at the thought of Mr. Wolf clearing his name. The younger wolf, nicknamed Stalker because of his hunting abilities, asked Mr. Wolf, “Why would you do that?” in a contemptuous tone. “Why should we wolves care what some dumb pigs think? Our reputation is fine the way it is, President Wolf!” continued Stalker, walking to the front as he eyeballed Mr. Wolf while proudly patting the mop of black fur on his head shaped into a stylish buzz cut. Stalker considered himself quite the ladies wolf, and today he was dressed to impress. He looked quite sinister in his black leather pants complemented by a black leather jacket with the word Stalker emblazoned on the back.
“Matter of fact, I kind of like being thought of as the ‘big bad wolf.’” He pounded his broad chest with his right paw and sized Mr. Wolf up disdainfully. “It seems to me, President Wolf, that you have lost your touch,” mocked Stalker, daring to say what some of the other wolves were thinking but afraid to say. Most in the wolf community respected Mr. Wolf and held him in high esteem. “How many of our fellow citizens in the animal kingdom can say that the path is cleared when they walk down the street, stand in line at the bank, or merely stroll through the park? I call this ultimate respect, and I rather like it.” At this statement, many of the younger council members responded with howls, whistles, back slaps, and high fives as they paw-slapped each other in agreement with Stalker.
Some of the other wolves were annoyed at Mr. Wolf, and thought he should have eaten The Three Pigs. At least no witnesses would have been left behind, and Mr. Wolf would not have to go to court to clear his name. One wolf at the back of the pack with a black patch over his right eye spoke up in a high soprano pitch voicing the very sentiment everyone believed, but did not dare articulate.
“Mr. Wolf, you should have just eaten the—” but he was drowned out by the loud howls and laughter from other wolves.
“What is this I hear about you having a pig representing you?” chimed in another wolf who was also peeved at Mr. Wolf.
“SAY IT ISN’T SO, MR. WOLF!” shouted a sly fox sitting in the front row.
Mr. Wolf had no response as the other wolves stared at him quite bewildered. He felt cornered as the wolves all tried to voice their opinions at once, making it extremely difficult to hear what they were saying. Maybe talking to the wolf pack had not been such a good idea, thought Mr. Wolf, hoping that this meeting would be over soon. Throughout the meeting, many of the wolves continued to voice their displeasure at what Mr. Wolf was about to do. Many hours later, he left the meeting feeling alone, dejected, and isolated from his peers. However, he knew what he had to do. Despite popular opinion, he needed to clear his name for the sake of his legacy, and no one would deter him from the task. To cheer himself up he muttered to himself, “Uneasy lays the head that wears the crown.” He was going to see that Pig lawyer despite what everyone said. Mr. Wolf glanced at his old black watch, hoping it was not too late to call and set up an appointment.
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