What if it’s the wolf? Better to be safe. You pick up Grandma’s lucky baseball bat and call out, “Who’s there?”
“It’s Albert. Let me in!” the voice says.
“How can we be sure it’s you?” you ask.
“Oh, no!” he yells.
“What?” you yell back.
“Let him in, child!” Grandmother says desperately.
You open the door a crack and peer out to see the man with the badge from the park firing his rifle down the stairs. A wolf on the stairs collapses, but two others approach.
The man tries to reload his gun, but one of the wolves leaps up the stairs and pounces on him. You slam the door and lock it. Screams, growls, and howls come through the shaking walls.
“Was it Albert?” Grandmother says. “The man with the rifle? He is coming to help us get rid of the wolves.”
You lean against the door, realizing your hesitation cost Albert his life. Even worse, the wolves will be bursting into Grandmother’s apartment at any moment.
THE END