Around the house was a pretty wildflower meadow and beyond the meadow was the forest where the big, bad wolves lived. Every morning, the little girl’s father would say to her, “You can play in the garden today, dear, but whatever you do, don’t open the gate. Not far from our house is the big forest and that’s where the big, bad wolves live.” And, every day, the girl did exactly as she was told, because she was a good little girl. Except for one day.
On that day, she was singing a sweet little song to herself and picking a posy of flowers. “Traybla, traybla, cum qua, kimo. Traybla, traybla, cum qua, kimo,” she sang. And as she sang, she saw in the meadow the most beautiful yellow flower…