The wolves howled at night on the full moon.

They ate human flesh.

They played fetch with the bones.

The human’s clothes were ripped to non-existence, except for the cap.

The littlest wolf saw the human’s cap that said “The Wolves”.

He realised he’d just eaten his friend Gregory.

He didn’t know what to do. He was scared.

When he told the other wolves, they just said,

“Don’t worry, it's Gregory’s twin brother.”

The littlest wolf was relieved.

“Thank goodness,” he said and headed off to find the real Gregory.

But he never finds him!