The car abruptly stopped in front of him. Out came Paul and Becky. Having realized what was happening, Becky swiftly hauled out a bag, from which Paul grasped a handful of sausages and threw them toward the approaching wolf. The fresh, fascinating smell of meat soon shifted its attention and started its mouth watering. Not surprisingly, the wolf slowed down the chase before immersing itself in a world of sausages. Satiated with a really good meal, the wolf seemed to have forgotten the Mac it chased. Lazily it walked to a nearby field and lay on the soft ground, yawning and stretching. “It’s OK now,” said Paul, patting Mac on his back. But Mac, overcome by excessive panic, still seemed in a daze.
A few minutes later, the other two cyclists arrived. Paul sketched the story briefly to them. “If only we hadn’t asked you to go first, Mac,” apologized the fellow cyclists. Mac gradually recovered and finally breathed a sigh of relief, “Never mind. I’m alive.” The three cyclists then thanked Paul and Becky for help and continued their way.
