A Little Wolfie Cub
“Once upon a time, there was a little wolf cub.” The deep grizzled voice cut through the dimly lit room and down into the fluffy mound of tussled blankets and sheets that wiggled and squirmed with a little wild girl. “It was a cub with the wildest hair, the wildest grin, and the wildest heart.” A little voice squeaked from between the layers, muffled and soft, “Just like me, granny?” The old weathered face creased with well earned wrinkles as it grinned into the night. “Oh my sweet wild one, this particular wolf cub was fearless and the bravest of the whole pack." A tuft of brownish blonde hair statically rose from a small opening in the blanket nest that the little girl had been squirmed into. Rosy cheeks and round blue eyes appeared in the blankets frame and shined up into the dusky muted brown ones that were sunken into the old woman's leathered skin. “And her name was Wolfie?” The pure hope in the little girl’s eyes made Granny’s heart smile a little. Oh, To be that young again. She could not help herself as she chuckled a little in her rough coughing way, “Yes little one, it was Wolfie. Now settle down and let me tell you what happened to this little puppy." A soft sigh was followed by a tender settling. The girl cuddled into her granny’s arms, “Sorry Granny. I’m ok now.”