The wolf approached the cottage and opened the door with a:
The wolf waited a few moments before proceeding further. It was pitch black and the robber could see nothing but darkness. As he went to take a step, the wolf’s foot came right down on Donkey’s, still out-of-tune, guitar.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
The wolf was startled by such an awful noise. He tripped over the guitar, which sent him flying into Dog’s drums.
SLAM! BAM! CLANG! BANG!