Snowwhite and the Wolf Pack

"I'm telling you I saw a wolf! It was the size of a bear, and it had that unmistakable snout, the big teeth, it was--"

"You've been drinking again, father," Snow White said to her father. "We've been through this before."

"No!" he said. "I'm serious. You think I'd make something like this up? I don't even drink! I never have!"

"Mmmhmmm." She rolled her eyes and continued chopping vegetables for dinner.

"Well anyway," he continued. "What about last month when I took you on that hike and we saw those prints?"

"Oh yes," said Snow White sarcastically. "Those were definitely wolf prints." She threw an onion in the pot and stirred it with a wooden spoon. Her mother walked into the kitchen from the living room and sat down at the counter next to Snow White.

"He's right though," she said in a soft voice. "I noticed those too."

Snow White looked back at her mother who was cutting carrots with a dull knife.

"Mom, do me a favor and please stop cutting those carrots with your wrist like a four-year-old." She walked over and gently removed the knife from her mother's hand, then handed her another one from the drawer.

"Here, just hold it like this," she said as she demonstrated how to properly hold the knife and then went back to stirring the pot of soup.

Snow White's father was an experienced hunter and outdoorsman that loved spending his days hunting and exploring new areas of nature; however, he wasn't very skilled in cooking or other domestic activities so he tended to get very drunk after returning home from one his adventures and start making up wild stories about giant wolves attacking their house (which was only ever attacked by mice).

Snow White's mother on the other hand had never gone beyond their property line but would listen to him while anxiously cutting vegetables or looking in the mirror of her vanity table brushing her hair until eventually believing his tall tales herself.

So now whenever there was any kind of suspicious activity outside they would run upstairs to their bedroom window and look out hoping that they could catch sight of these mythical wolves before they attacked them, but they never did.

However, after many years of this routine they eventually started seeing small hints of black fur here and there at different times of day around their property but would never actually see a real wolf roaming around so they convinced themselves that it must be something else: maybe a stray dog or coyote or even just a squirrel that looked like a wolf if you really squinted hard enough. But no matter what animal it ended up being, all three of them were always inside by nightfall waiting for whatever animal caused those mysterious sightings to show itself again so they could finally prove their theory correct once and for all.