In a cold winter afternoon, Xaver was driving his car with a funny song on the radio. He sang those silly songs during all the trip, the car slowed as a bicycle: the boy was drinking bad wine while the sun died behind black clouds.

It begun to snow and the road soon became white, the same colour of Xaver’s car, so that you could see only four wheels colouring the street with their tracks. Then a big wolf appeared at soon in the middle of the way, and started to howl: Xaver stopped the car and begun to sound at the beast, but it continued to howl coming to the car.

The boy wanted to move, but the car didn’t. He got out of the car and run in the opposite way. But then the big wolf arrested its race and got into the car: anyway he closed the door and drove quietly, listening stupid songs to the radio.

You can believe in it, the car was mine!

di Xaver