What's The Time,
Mr Wolf
by Michael S.
Collins
“Funny
how they all look so hungry.”
“Yes.”
“Is that
all you can say,” he replied.
“You’re
right.” She replied. “They do look
hungry.”
Jack looked at
each child’s drawing in turn. Each of them
showed a wolf staring back.
“Very
lifelike” he said. “You should be proud
of your children. Why ever did you want to show
me these?”
“They all
drew the wolf!”
“I can
see that.”
“All with
the same distinctive scar above the right eye.
It’s the same wolf.”
“Most
likely. I still don’t understand.”
“Jack, I
asked the kids to draw something from the last
dream they remembered. And they’ve all drawn
the same wolf.”
Jack flicked
through the drawings again. Twenty wolves stared
back at him, all with the scar above the right
eye, all with the same hungry stare. The eyes
were drawn in with red crayon, fiery and furious.
The hint of sharp teeth coming from behind a
closed mouth. He handed the drawings back to the
teacher.
“I guess
we could bring in the school psychiatrist.”
The young
teacher frowned. “We don’t have a
school psychiatrist, Jack.”
“What
about the new guy?”
“Oh Mr
Wolf” she said. “I forget about him.
Yes, he’ll be in later.”
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