With a huff and a puff, the wolf’s breath swirls and surges, whipping through the sage forest and sweeping the pigs’ land with the fervour of a tempest. The straw and wooden house never stood a chance; collapsing with a sigh, kicking up clouds of debris in a haze of green. As the dust settles, who will be remaining to endure the quest? Let the gust of this deep eucalyptus give you the strength to journey through your own everyday tales.