“Help!” you holler. The man lifts his rifle to his shoulder and points it behind you, but then he lowers it again. You realize the footsteps behind you have stopped. You reach the rifleman and stop to rest, panting.
You look back into the park, but the wolf is nowhere to be seen.
“Thank you,” you say. “You scared him away. He was going to…” But the man runs off without a word. Is he pursuing the wolf? You don’t stick around to find out. You hurry across the busy street to Grandmother’s building and press the button for her apartment. She buzzes you in.
You find her lying in bed with the covers over her head. She must really be sick.
“I’m sorry, Grandma,” you call into the room. “I lost the cereal. I threw it at a wolf that was chasing me.”
“It’s okay, dear,” Grandmother says weakly. “I really just wanted to see you.”
Just then there’s a loud knock at the door. A deep voice says, “Open up— quick!”
Grandmother struggles to sit up in bed. “Let him in!” she says.