GRAY WOLF. Look, brother, there is a kid!
WHITE WOLF. Where? Where?
GRAY WOLF. On that hill to the south.
WHITE WOLF. I do not see her.
GRAY WOLF. She is on the very top.
WHITE WOLF. Ah, now I see her!
GRAY WOLF. I wish we could get at her.
WHITE WOLF. She would make a fine dinner.
GRAY WOLF. She would, my brother.
WHITE WOLF. She is so young!
GRAY WOLF. She is so tender!
WHITE WOLF. Well, we cannot get her. The hill is too steep.
GRAY WOLF. We must make her come to us.
WHITE WOLF. Yes, yes! That will be fine!
GRAY WOLF. O little Kid! Dear little Kid!
WHITE WOLF. O little Kid! Sweet little Kid!
KID. What is it, sirs?
GRAY WOLF. The grass down here is sweeter!