Once upon a time, there were two wolves. One was named Mean Wolf, because of his attitude. The other was called Little Wolf, because he was the smallest of them all.

One day, the Mother Wolf left Mean Wolf in charge of Little Wolf, so Mean Wolf decided to take Little Wolf hunting.

"Hey Little Wolf!" Said Mean Wolf. "Go catch that moose over there! Show me how strong you are!"
"Okay!" Replied Little Wolf.

Little Wolf snuck behind the moose so it wouldn't see him. But suddenly, the moose decided to peek behind him... And saw Little Wolf! The moose was scared, so it kicked Little Wolf in the face and ran away.

Mean Wolf burst out laughing. Little Wolf crawled back to him, crying, which made Mean Wolf laughter even more.

The two wolves returned to the den, where Mother Wolf was waiting worriedly.
"Where did you go?" Mother Wolf yelled when she saw Mean Wolf and little Wolf. "I was waiting for you for a long time! I thought you were eaten by a bear!"
"Hunting," replied Mean Wolf.
"You can't take Little Wolf hunting! He's too little! He could get hurt!" Mother Wolf raged.
"I did," Sniffled Little Wolf.

"You're grounded," Mother Wolf told Mean Wolf. "For ten days, you have to hunt for Little Wolf, and you can only eat his leftovers."
Mean Wolf pouted.

For the next ten days, Mean Wolf are nothing but Little Wolf's scraps, and spent all his spare time hunting for Little Wolf. Finally, his punishment was over. He could eat his own food now.

But Mean Wolf found that he liked hunting for Little Wolf. It made him feel good, making sure that Little Wolf had enough to eat. He also had fun with Little Wolf.  He decided that when Little Wolf was old enough, he would teach him how to hunt.

Mean was no longer called Mean Wolf. He was called Nice Wolf, because of his kindness to Little Wolf. Never again would he laugh at him. They were friends now, and friends put each other before themselves.