ABSTRACT
ONCE UPON MANY TIMES, in the middle of a godforsaken forest there stood a castle. In that castle lived a wolf. The woods were dark and pathless, the castle was sumptuous, and the wolf, like all wolves, was mean, broody, and ferociously ferocious. His reputation was even worse than his deeds. He lived there all alone—for he was feared by everyone—but for a rookery of ravens employed in his service. Wifeless, heirless, with whiskers turning to silver, he spent his days scanning the woods for some juicy fare.
