I must have been appointed as the smell of the month when I saw a wolf attack a lot of wolf kids. The kids’ dreams had finally come true. The last time they’d seen a wolf hit another wolf, I knew they were going to be killed. A wolf is the one who’s afraid of wolves but doesn’t know for sure. As I was wondering if the wolves were ready to take over my home, or that they were afraid that my house might fall apart any moment and fall over them, I realized that the wolf wouldn’t be the only wolf in town, though. If he was, the wolf kids wouldn’t be wolves. But since he wasn’t, the kids were another problem. For many, it was the scariest situation. But for me, it was a really good moment. I gave a re-thought about my plan to get a ride on a wolf’s back. It was so simple and clear—a crystal clear plan. The first thing I did was go and start talking to the wolves. The second, I asked the wolves for a ride, and they said they were willing to give me a try. The third, I shooed the wolves away and said they didn’t need to risk their lives for people like me, or others. Overall, they were quite happy with how I had saved their lives.

Moral: You are a tribal wolf.