So this boy he cried Oolf. He cried Oolf! without realising that he was looking at something else altogether, a something else that was ooden, expressionwise and compositionwise, and looked a bit like an oolly mammoth. And this oolly ooden thing it had these big round glasses, like the ones on Oody Allen.

Eventually and after his initial trepidation the boy noticed that what he 'd thought was an oolf didn't seem very interested in eating him.

One could even hear its indifference making an ooshing sound as it flew by his shoulder.

So this boy he ooped in mild surprise and picked up his axe. He stood awhile in thought. Then he gave up and went on to his uilage.