The wolf's head and the grape leaf

When quite a small lad, I was playing with my toys on the living room floor and got up and went to the kitchen to get a drink. As I passed through the kitchen door, I just about froze with fear. There, outside the window, I saw an animal peering in. I turned and ran to Mother, shouting that a wolf was looking in the kitchen window.

She picked up a kerosene lamp, and we returned to the kitchen —only to find that the wolf's head was a huge grape leaf hanging from a vine.

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