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"WOLVES could be here”, he thought. “I’ve never been in this forest before. There could be WOLVES anywhere!” The cool wind felt good against his flannel shirt. “I hate WOLVES”, he thought. The hooting of an owl reverberated inside his entire skull, making it pulsate like the bathrub moonshine circulating through his thick, powerful veins. It washed away his (well merited) fear of aggressive wolves after dark. “With a felling axe, you can cut down any tree you want”, he said out loud to himself.
