So Rolf tried to howl at the moon. He pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and out came a great big . . . whistle.

Then Rolf went to see Little Pig. “Do you mind if I blow your house in?” asked Rolf.

“You can try, I suppose,” said Little Pig. So he huffed . . . And he puffed . . . But it was no use.

“I’m sorry, Rolf,” said Little Pig.

“You’re right!” said Rolf sadly. “I’m just not bad enough to be a real wolf.”

“Well . . . there is one last thing you can do to prove you’re a proper wolf,” said the Big Bad Wolf.

And suddenly, something quite strange came over Rolf. He felt an unfamiliar, wild feeling growing inside him . . .

Rolf had never felt more like a wolf. “See? I am a proper wolf. I just happen to be a GOOD little wolf,” said Rolf.

“This calls for a celebration!” cried Mrs Boggins. And they all sat down for some tea and cake.

“Will you stop eating people up, Big Bad Wolf?” asked Rolf.

“Oh, I suppose so,” said the Big Bad Wolf . . .

“I’ll stop first thing tomorrow.”

The end.