“It allowed me to buy a flat in London,” she said optimistically of The wolfman.
For a minute or two the wolfman leaned up against a tree close by, weeping bitterly; then he turned and fled through the forest.
The count arose to thank and praise his hunter, but the wolfman took no notice.
When the wolfman heard this, and saw his mother suffering, the scales fell from his eyes.
But when, a few nights later, a second lamb was taken, its haughty owner lost his temper and sent hurriedly for the wolfman.