Sleepy Fox Hollow hazoo hazay

paleo had brough down a good deal of meat for themselves. mahler was proud of them all, especially of his children, who had worked valiantly as wolves twice their age. for a while the wolves of the hollow would eat well.
after he had gorged himself, mahler lay back and looked toward their newest. the young man sat some ways off. the gargoyle studied him, and after a while, thumped his tail against the ground to signal the other closer if he so chose.
"who vould like to hear a story?"