Long time ago, in the mountains
there lived an old man with his son. The
old man's name was Wise Man and the
son was called Little Wolf.
Wise Man looked very old and
wrinkled. Wise Man's hair was white while
the son's hair was black, black as the
Little Wolf's eyes could see a tiny
toothpick in a whole pile of hay. He could
run like a cheetah and he could kill a
bear with his bare hands.
"Father, we are so happy to live in
the mountains. It is so beautiful."
"Yes, Little Wolf," Wise Man answered.
"But I will not always be here with you.
Someday I will die and you will live alone."
"I do not want to live with you,"
Little Wolf replied crying.
"I will not go now so that we can still
enjoy our life," Wise Man assured his son.
"Can we go fishing in the beautiful lake?"
asked Little Wolf.
"Of course," answered Wise Man. The two
of them went to the lake and caught five
fish. When it started to get dark, the two
of them went back and headed home. Little
Wolf was very tired so he slept.
The next morning, Little Wolf got up
ahead of his father and this made the
boy wonder. He went to see his father
and he was surprised to find out that he
"Little Wolf, I am sick. I need medicine,"
said Wise Man.
Little Wolf hurriedly obliged but after
four days, Wise Man died. It was the saddest
day of Little Wolf's life.
One evening, while he was alone, he saw
in the sky something familiar, white and
"Father!" exclaimed Little Wolf. The
fluffy face nodded and the eyes twinkled.
It was Wise Man. Now every once in a while
Wise Man would come down and give Little
Wolf advice on how to live. That is why there