"No. This is not the time to be playing around."
Holly pulled Oliver back. The two men were disappointed. Fifteen enemies could be a fun game.
"Finish it quickly, I'm hungry," said Holly.
Oliver pouted as he folded his arms. He thought his mother didn't know what fun was. She became more and more like his grandfather who was always serious in all situations.
"Just once, Mama! There! The brown one is for me!" Oliver begged but his mother's answer remained the same, no.
Oliver stomped his feet. He was very angry. Really angry because his game had to end before it started.
Just then, the wolves attacked them. The still-annoyed Oliver glanced at them. Arthur was ready with his sword. However, he sheathed his sword again when he heard a growl from Oliver.
Arthur turned and found the boy snarling angrily at the wolves. Those unlucky wolves attack when Oliver was angry. It was a very bad choice.
