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‘…Just then an enormous wolf came prowling into the park to see if it could catch a fat little pig for its supper.’

‘What colour was it?’ asked the children, amid an immediate quickening of interest.

‘Mud-colour all over, with a black tongue and pale grey eyes that gleamed with unspeakable ferocity. The first thing that it saw in the park was Bertha; her pinafore was so spotlessly white and clean that it could be seen from a great distance.…’

(Saki, ‘The storyteller’)