Wolf had been in my head for quite a while. One day, I had written him down. He immediately bit a hole in the page and fled into the forest. I tried to stop him but he was too quick. Wolfspider, I thought and Wolf dangled on a thread. One cut and he would crash! But I couldn't do it, because he came out of my head. Wolfdog, Wolftooth? I was looking for a word to catch Wolf, but every word brought him closer to the murder. Suddenly, a little girl was walking in the forest. She didn't inquire after Wolf's big ears or sharp teeth. I didn't inquire after her name, I never know whom I am eating.
A philosophic story about thoughts that become reality.
In the series 'New and Extraordinary'.
Themes: philosophising, thoughts, wolf