What Can I Do About That?

　　Wolf roars with laughter.

　　Dog can't see the funny side.

　　"You stole my sign, Wolf," he says.

　　"You're a thief.

　　A stupid one at that.

　　Because it says on the sign:

　　BEWARE!

　　I KEEP GUARD FOR MY BOSS!

　　What do you want with that thing?

　　You don't even have a boss.

　　Who are you keeping guard for?"


　　Wolf's fun is over.

　　He looks down at his paws.

　　"I keep guard of my forest.

　　That's close enough," he says.

　　"Ha, ha!" Dog scoffs.


　　"A forest is not a boss," he says.

　　"who cares," says Wolf.

　　As long as the signs helps.

　　It scares off the cats and the kitties as well.

　　That's what counts."

　　"But the sign is mine," says Dog.

　　"And the forest is mine," says Wolf.

　　"What can I do about that?"


　　Dog and Wolf are quiet for a while.

Wolf and Dog, P89-90
by Sylvia Vanden Heede, illustrated by Marije Tolman
translated by Bill Nagelkerke
ISBN 978-1-877579-38-7

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A Wolf is Still A Wolf

　　Wolf sits in his forest.

　　He laughs himself silly.

　　How easy it was to trick Dog.

　　He isn't a bit sorry.

　　Oh, No!

　　A wolf is still a wolf.

　　He bites when he's hungry.

　　He lies when it suits him.

　　Bad luck for Dog.

　　But Wolf's tickled pink!

Wolf and Dog, P71
by Sylvia Vanden Heede, illustrated by Marije Tolman
translated by Bill Nagelkerke
ISBN 978-1-877579-38-7

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An Hour

　　Wolf looks and Dog looks, too.

　　There's no kitty to be seen.


　　"Where is she?" Dog asks.

　　"There ... or there." Wolf sounds vague.

　　"She'll turn up.

　　Now and then she goes off ...

　　For an hour or so."


　　"An hour!" Dog yelps.

　　"I can't stay a whole hour!

　　What made you think I could?

　　I don't have time.

　　My basket waits for me."


　　"An hour's no time at all," says Wolf.

　　"The kitty might not come for a day.

　　Once she was gone a whole week.

　　I thought I was rid of her.

　　But I was wrong.

　　Out of the blue she came back.

　　To my forest!

　　As if it was hers.

　　There's one hill.

　　And on that hill stands one forest.

　　And I live in that forest.

　　There's no room for more."

Wolf and Dog, P58-59
by Sylvia Vanden Heede, illustrated by Marije Tolman
translated by Bill Nagelkerke
ISBN 978-1-877579-38-7

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I Can't Bark

　　Now it's Dog's turn to laugh.

　　"A kitty!" he says.

　　"Are you a scaredy-cat, Wolf?"

　　"Oh, no," Wolf says quickly.

　　"I'm not scared.

　　What an idea.

　　But the kitty gets on my nerves.

　　She lives in my forest.

　　She acts as if it's hers.

　　And she won't leave."


　　"Bark at her," says Dog.

　　It's Wolf's turn to blush.

　　"I can't bark," he says.

　　"You know that, Dog.

　　I'm a wolf and I howl.

　　The kitty just laughs at me."

Wolf and Dog, P54
by Sylvia Vanden Heede, illustrated by Marije Tolman
translated by Bill Nagelkerke
ISBN 978-1-877579-38-7

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Family Tree

　　Dog claps the book shut.

　　He looks all around.

　　There's a tree, old and tall.

　　Dog grins.

　　"May I?" he asks.

　　He points at the tree.


　　Wolf grins as well.

　　He nods.

　　"It's not a family tree," says Dog.

　　"It's a tree trunk," says Wolf.

　　"Just the thing," says Dog.

　　He lifts his hing leg.

　　Wolf lifts his leg, too.

　　And the both water the tree.

Wolf and Dog, P43
by Sylvia Vanden Heede, illustrated by Marije Tolman
translated by Bill Nagelkerke
ISBN 978-1-877579-38-7

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Rats!

　　"Oh," says Dog.

　　Now he gets it.


　　"Cap" becomes "pack".

　　And "live" becomes "evil",

　　But "did" stays "did",

　　no matter how you twist or turn it.


　　Dog puts his cap back on.

　　He buttons up his coat.


　　"Isn't this a great game?" asks Wolf.

　　Dog shakes his head.

　　"No," he says.

　　"On!" yells Wolf.

　　He rolls on the ground.

　　He's loving this!


　　But Dog doesn't laugh.

　　To him it's a silly game.

　　Still, he might as well try it.

　　He thinks hard.

　　Then he says, slyly:

　　"Wolf, you really are a star."

　　"Rats!" cried Wolf.


　　And he's absolutely right.

Wolf and Dog, P32-33
by Sylvia Vanden Heede, illustrated by Marije Tolman
translated by Bill Nagelkerke
ISBN 978-1-877579-38-7

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You Stole My Flea!

　　"Now I get it," says Wolf.

　　"That's where the flea's gone.

　　I thought something was missing.

　　But what? What was it?

　　I didn't know.

　　But now I do.

　　It was the flea.

　　I didn't give it to you.

　　You're wrong about that.

　　You took it from me.

　　You're a thief, Dog!

　　You stole my flea!"

Wolf and Dog, P16-17
by Sylvia Vanden Heede, illustrated by Marije Tolman
translated by Bill Nagelkerke
ISBN 978-1-877579-38-7

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