The children giggled amongst themselves
Cleverly eluding the ravenous wolf,
By gripping tightly to the coattails
Of luck;
Laughing at the notion of ever being caught.

All the while,

The wolf cackled to himself
And let it echo through the trees
Knowing how elusive luck could be.

The children had to grasp onto flailing coattails every night
While the wolf only needed to find them once in his sight.

-SLuR