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I fear the orange wolf--I think he is more of a coyote skulking around than a wolf--but like a coyote he trots out of reach, yipping and yapping but when you charge, he tucks tail and runs

'The big bad wolf is on the run. But not to leave indefinitely, but to regroup and reformulate a new plan.' - Methinks, 'The more he clings on to falsehood and play his tricks to stay, The more defamed he will be, and leave in a clumsier way!