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Intro on Wolves

 Since wolves are my (Isa) fav animal i have desided to share my enthusiasm witrh the world (meanng whoever reads this^^) here you will find some facts about them, how to say "wolf" in other languages, lyrics to some wolf songs and the real story of "the 3 little pigs" and "the big bad wolf"

Facts

Wolf (canis lupus)

Type:                                 Mammal
Diet:                                   Carnivore
Average lifespan in the wild: 6 to 8 years
Size:                                   Head and body, 36 to 63 in (91 to 160 cm); Tail,13 to 20 in (33 to 51 cm)
Weight:                               40 to 175 lbs (18 to 79 kg)
Group name:                       Pack
Protection status:                 Endangered
Size relative to a 6-ft (2-m) man:
Illustration of the animal's relative size

Profile

Wolves are the largest members of the dog family. Adaptable gray wolves are by far the most common and were once found all over the Northern Hemisphere. Though they almost never attack humans, wolves are considered one of the animal world's most fearsome natural villains. They do attack domestic animals, and countless wolves have been shot, trapped, and poisoned because of this tendency.

Wolves live and hunt in packs of around six to ten animals. They are known to roam large distances, perhaps 12 miles (20 kilometers) in a single day. These social animals cooperate on their preferred prey—large animals such as deer, elk, and moose. When they are successful, wolves do not eat in moderation. A single animal can consume 20 pounds (9 kilograms) of meat at a sitting. Wolves also eat smaller mammals, birds, fish, lizards, snakes, and fruit.

Wolfpacks are established according to a strict hierarchy, with a dominant male at the top and his mate not far behind. Usually this male and female are the only animals of the pack to breed. All of a pack's adults help to care for young pups by bringing them food and watching them while others hunt.

A lone wolf howls to attract the attention of his pack, while communal howls may send territorial messages from one pack to another. Some howls are confrontational. Much like barking domestic dogs, wolves may simply begin howling because a nearby wolf has already begun.

The most common wolves are the gray wolf and the red wolf. Few gray wolves survive in Europe, though many live in Alaska, Canada, and Asia. Red wolves live in the southeastern United States, where they are endangered. These animals actually became extinct in the wild in 1980. Today, perhaps 100 red wolves survive in the wild.

The maned wolf, a distant relative of the more familiar gray and red wolves, lives in South America. Physically, this animal resembles a large, red fox more than its wolf relatives.

National geographic

Languages

 

Japaneese:

Ookami

  (japanese kanji)

To write in Katakana  click here

 

Chinese:

Láng

  (for meaning of word and prononsiation go here)

 

 

Arabic:

Dhi'b

 الذِّئْبُ 

 

Norwegian:

Ulv

 

French:

Loup

 

Spanish/Portuguese:

Lobo

 

Italian:

Lupo

 

Russian:

Волк (pronounce л as the l in look)

 

Dutch /German:

Wolf

 

Norwenglish:

Woulv  (My prefered language)

 

Ancient egyptian:

apparently there are no spesific word for wolf, but here is how you spell wolf  using their alfabet.

 

Wolf Songs

 

 The wolf whistling song

O seven apples on a witch's tree
With seven seeds to plant inside of me
In springtime I grew a magic song
Then skipping along, oh I sang the song to everyone

I looked at the world through apple eyes
And cut myself a slice of sunshine pie
I danced with the peanut butterflies
Till time went and told me to say hello but wave goodbye

A thousand sugar stars
Oh put them in a jar
And then whistle round the world
Oh whistle round the world
I'm a little wolf inside a girl, you say
And off I'll go from June to May
Oh whistling round the world

I met a golden swan upon the road
Who was a handsome prince, so I was told
I asked it the way to yesterday
Then I was a sailor, and through the day I sailed away

Bluebird seas I sailed
With mermaids riding whales
Oh whistle round the world
Oh whistle round the world
I'm a little wolf inside a girl, you say
And off I'll go down Wonder Way
Oh whistling round the world

Through apple eyes
Oh there are rose-coloured skylines
Where flying silver spoons
Eat melting marmalade moons

Through apple eyes
I see for millions of miles
The sun's a diamond shining
In the nighttime of a summer day

A thousand sugar stars
Oh put them in a jar
And then whistle round the world
Oh whistle round the world
I'm a little wolf inside a girl, you say
And off I'll go (I can not stay)
Oh whistling round the world
Let's whistle round the world

 

Whistle round the world
Whistle round the world

 

 

The little white wolf

There once was a little white wolf one day

There once was a little white wo-olf

There once was a little white wolf one day

So we all went a-ooo grrrr

 

But we know wolves go

*clap* dadi dadi da

*clap* dadi dadi da

*clap* dadi dadi da

But we know wolves go

*clap* dadi dadi da

They don’t go a-ooo grrrr

Melody and idea from bbc prime "the little green frog"

 

The Three Little Wolves and the Big Bad Pig

 

By Eugene Trivizas

 

Once upon a time, there were three cuddly little wolves with soft fur and fluffy tails who lived with their mother. The first was black, the second was gray, and the third was white.

 

One day the mother called the three little wolves around her and said,

"My children, it is time for you to go out into the world. Go and build a house for yourselves. But beware of the big bad pig."

"Don't worry, Mother, we will watch out for him,"

Said the three little wolves, and they set off.

Soon they met a kangaroo who was pushing a wheelbarrow full of red and yellow bricks.

"Please, will you give us some of your bricks?" asked the three little wolves.

"Certainly,"

Said the kangaroo, and she gave them lots of red and yellow bricks.

So the three little wolves built themselves a house of bricks.

The very next day the big bad pig came prowling down the road and saw the house of bricks that the little wolves had built. The three little wolves were playing croquet in the garden. When they saw the big bad pig coming, they ran inside the house and locked the door.

The pig knocked on the door and grunted,

"Little wolves, little wolves, let me come in!"

"No, no, no. By the hair on our chinny-chin-chins, we will not let you in, not for all the tea leaves in our china teapot!"

Said the 3 little wolves.

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I"ll blow your house down!"

Said the pig. So he huffed and he puffed and he puffed and he huffed, but the house didn't fall down.

But the pig wasn't called big and bad for nothing. He went and fetched his sledgehammer, and he knocked the house down.

The three little wolves only just managed to escape before the bricks crumbled, and they were very frightened indeed.

 

"We shall have to build a stronger house,"

They said. Just then they saw a beaver who was mixing concrete in a concrete mixer.

"Please, will you give us some of your concrete?"

Asked the three little wolves.

"Certainly,"

said the beaver, and he gave them buckets and buckets full of messy, slurry concrete. So the three little wolves built themselves a house of concrete.

No sooner had they finished than the big bad pig come prowling down the road and saw the house of concrete that the little wolves had built.

They were playing battledore and shuttlecock in the garden, and when they saw the big bad pig coming, they ran inside their house and shut the door.

The pig rang the bell and said,

"Little frightened wolves, let me come in!"

"No, no, no,"

Said the three little wolves.

"By the hair on our chinny-chin-chins, we will not let you in, not for all the tea leaves in our china teapot."

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down!"

Said the pig.

So he huffed and he puffed and he puffed and he huffed, but the house didn't fall down.

But the pig wasn't called big and bad for nothing. He went and fetched his pneumatic drill and smashed the house down.

The three little wolves managed to escape, but their chinny-chin-chins were trembling and trembling and trembling.

 

"We shall build an even stronger house,"

They said, because they were very determined. Just then they saw a truck coming along the road carrying barbed wire, iron bars, armor plates, and heavy metal padlocks.

"Please, will you give us some of your barbed wire, a few iron bars and armor plates, and some heavy metal padlocks?"

They said to the rhinoceros who was driving the truck.

"Sure,"

Said the rhinoceros, and he gave them plenty of barbed wire, iron bars, armor plates, and heavy metal padlocks. He also gave them some Plexiglas and some reinforced steel chains, because he was a generous kindhearted rhinoceros.

So the three little wolves built themselves an extremely strong house. It was the strongest, securest house one could possibly imagine. They felt absolutely safe.

The next day the big bad pig came prowling along the road as usual. The three little wolves were playing hopscotch in the garden. When they saw the big bad pig coming, they ran inside their house, bolted the door, and locked all thirty-seven padlocks.

The pig dialed the video entrance phone and said,

"Little frightened wolves with the trembling chins, let me come in!"

"No, no, no!"

Said the little wolves.

"By the hair on our chinny-chin-chins, we will not let you in, not for all the tea leaves in our china teapot."

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down!"

Said the pig.

So he huffed and he puffed and he puffed and he huffed, but the house didn’t fall down. But the pig wasn’t called big and bad for nothing. He brought some dynamite, laid it against the house, lit the fuse, and...the house blew up.

The three little wolves just managed to escape with their fluffy tails scorched.

 

"Something must be wrong with our building materials," We have to try something different. But what?"

They said. At that moment they saw a flamingo coming along pushing a wheelbarrow full of flowers.

"Please, will you give us some flowers?"

Asked the little wolves.

"With pleasure,"

Said the flamingo, and he gave them lots of flowers. So the three little wolves built themselves a house of flowers.

One wall was of marigolds, one of daffodils, one of pink roses, and one of cherry blossoms. The ceiling was made of sunflowers, and the floor was a carpet of daisies. They had water lilies in their bathtub, and buttercups in their refrigerator. It was a rather fragile house and it swayed in the wind, but it was very beautiful.

Next day the big bad pig came prowling down the road and saw the house of flowers that the three little wolves had built.

He rang the bluebell at the door and said,

"Little frightened wolves with the trembling chins and the scorched tails, let me come in!"

"No, no, no,"

Said the three little wolves.

"By the hair on our chinny-chin-chins, we will not let you in, not for all the tea leaves in our china teapot!"

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down!"

Said the pig.

But as he took a deep breath, ready to huff and puff, he smelled the soft scent of the flowers. It was fantastic. And because the scent was so lovely, the pig took another breath and then another. Instead of huffing and puffing, he began to sniff. He sniffed deeper and deeper until he was quite filled with the fragrant scent. His heart grew tender, and he realized how horrible he had been. Right then he decided to become a big good pig. He started to sing and to dance the tarantella. At first the three little wolves were a bit worried. It might be a trick. But soon they realized that the pig had truly changed, so they came running out of the house. They started playing games with him.

First they played pig-pog and then piggy-in-the-middle, and when they were all tired, they invited him into the house. They offered him tea and strawberries and wolfberries, and asked him to stay with them as long as he wanted. The pig accepted, and they all lived happily together ever after.

 

Little Red Riding Hood

By: Charles Perrault

Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood.

One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter."

Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village.

As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up,(isa: as he was hungry since stupid humans had killed all his nartual prey) but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, "I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother."

"Does she live far off?" said the wolf

"Oh I say," answered Little Red Riding Hood; "it is beyond that mill you see there, at the first house in the village."

"Well," said the wolf, "and I'll go and see her too. I'll go this way and go you that, and we shall see who will be there first."

The wolf ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the little girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. It was not long before the wolf arrived at the old woman's house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap.

"Who's there?"

"Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf, counterfeiting her voice; "who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by mother."

The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."

The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment, for it been more than three days since he had eaten. He then shut the door and got into the grandmother's bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door: tap, tap.

"Who's there?"

Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid; but believing her grandmother had a cold and was hoarse, answered, "It is your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you."

The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."

Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.

The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bedclothes, "Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come get into bed with me."

Little Red Riding Hood took off her clothes and got into bed. She was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her nightclothes, and said to her, "Grandmother, what big arms you have!"

"All the better to hug you with, my dear."

"Grandmother, what big legs you have!"

"All the better to run with, my child."

"Grandmother, what big ears you have!"

"All the better to hear with, my child."

"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!"

"All the better to see with, my child."

"Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!"

"All the better to eat you up with."

And, saying these words, this wicked( isa:  but misunderstood) wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up.

 

Moral: everything will turn out fine in the end^^

for other little red ridig hood stories go here(for political correct) or here (for a colection)

The Boy who cried wolf

 

Once upon a time in a village by the mountains there was a young Sheppard boy. He was from a respected Sheppard family but unfortunately he was too restless for such a job, still he was left with a flock on his own.

 

It was a warm summer day when this young boy got so bored that he started day dreaming about big adventures, and as the most dangerous thing he knew of was wolves, he fabricated the wildest scenarios where he bravely protected his flock (and the occasional damsel in distress) from ravenous wolf packs.

 

The boy grew to a young man and with it came all the complications of life. He was in love with a beautiful young woman but she hardly noticed him, after all he was just a Sheppard, so he started thinking.

“If the town sees me as a hero then she must notice me” so he got everything ready for the best, and most important, fable of his life.

 

The next day the young man when up into the mountains with his flock as usual, but when they got to their usual place he took out his knife and cut his clothes, drawing blood now and then. He also made clear marks on his staff in accordance of what wolf teeth and claw marks would look like. After that he took the closest sheep and made small cuts on its back, as if a wolf had bitten it. He did this to three other sheep before he rounded them up and started on the decent, gong through his story on the way down.

 

There was a big commotion once he arrived back home, no one doubted his story and the word spread quickly throughout the town. But the girl he wanted was still not interested. So the young man decided to put on this act again as soon as it wouldn’t race suspicion. He tricked the villagers again and again, and each time his plans became more and more outrageous and complicated, and finally, after a year, the young girl married him.

 

By this time he was well known and had gotten a huge flock of sheep to look after, that his wife so longed to watch him work, and he happily complied. However by this time the wolves had noticed the unusually large flock of sheep and had decided to pay it a visit. When the wolves attacked the young man had no choice but to fight them head on, leaving his wife by herself, and the wolves (who where hungry and didn’t discriminate between species) jumped at his wife eating her all up.

 

The young man survived with only half his flock left (many had gotten lost during the attack) and the shredded remains of his beloved. He knew he couldn’t go home, the villages would never believe him, so he wandered into the woods, and was never heard from again.

 

And the wolves lived happily ever after with tons of stupid sheep wandering around for years.

By: Isa

There are other stories like "The wolf who cried boy" and "The boy who cried wolf" by Tony Ross that are a must read^^