The wolf had begun hunting human prey. They were plentiful in the dark city streets and provided enough good meat to satiate his gnawing hunger. He was still very careful not to let any who saw him live. To do otherwise would displease the Master. He would only stalk those people that were foolish enough to walk alone in the night

Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.

My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.

When you fear nothing, you have nothing to fear

Only a fool lies brooding over his problems. When the morning comes he's tired out and his problems are the same as before.

Go to the edge of the cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down.--Ray Bradbury