– Well, go away! The man picked up a stick from the ground and swung at him. He’s not welcome...
“Get out!” the man shouted, picking up a stick and swinging it. Graf cowered to the ground, froze for a moment, and then, realizing he was not welcome here, leapt up and ran toward the forest. Rain was falling, cold drops piercing the shelter of branches under which Graf had taken cover. His fur was … Read more