The wolf was drinking water from a nearby stream. Afraid the wolf might take a long time, he said, “Pardon me, sire, I have to get through.”
The wolf just lapped more water to drink. It seems like he didn’t hear. Once again, Sir Gilbert said, “Pardon me, sire. I really have to get through. Please move aside.”
The wolf looked up and looked at him eye-to-eye. Even as a warrior, he felt like trembling at the cold stare he was given. “I am trying to have a drink here,” snapped the wolf.
Sir Gilbert realised he had been harsh on the wolf who was harsh on him. “I-I’m sorry,” stuttered Sir Gilbert, apologising. “Still, have you not drank enough?”
The wolf retorted, “If you want to pass, then wait.” He bent down to drink again.
Sir Gilbert waited patiently. His father had told him it was best to be polite and be a tiger with manners. After some moments, the wolf was done. Sir Gilbert could not hold back a comment, “Finally.”
“Excuse me?” growled the wolf.
Then, an argument started. Sir Gilbert despised the wolf, who was arrogant when he was polite. The wolf boasted about himself. Unable to hold back, Sir Gilbert boasted back about his noble deeds to see who was better. They bickered about many things- who was the better one, who was braver, who was more worthy. It ended up being like a harsh debate, but a panda appeared, and said, “Hi! I’m Liza. Who are you all?”
He replied, “I’m Sir Gilbert. I came from a far-away land.”
There was a koala. He held a staff. “I’m Cosmo. Please agree with me plants are better than machines!” the koala pleaded.
A monkey shook his head, standing beside the koala. “I’m Graham. Please agree with me that machines are the best,” he chuckled.
The wolf did not reply the panda’s question. She started to ask again, “Wolf, who are-“
Sir Gilbert was about to persuade the wolf to tell his name so that it would be polite to the panda, but the wolf’s ears suddenly perked upwards. “Do you hear that?” he growled. “I hear scuffling and dust being patted. I hear sparks of electricity. I hear sounds familiar. I hear sounds like a tiger’s sneaky walk. I hear… weird sounds. I think I know what this means. It’s a battle.”
Sir Gilbert was truly offended by his words. He tried to send back a stare as cold as the one the wolf had given. Liza gasped, “Oh no! To destroy the serenity of this land?”
“We must fight back,” Sir Gilbert proclaimed, still glaring. “We must protect this land.”
Liza shook her head. “That will mean war,” she said.
“True, but what other methods do we have?” asked Cosmo.
The wolf thought for a while, then said, “We can fight. We can fight not here. We can fight there. By where the danger lurks.
Sir Gilbert laughed. “To trust you? Unlikely!” he cried. Of course not! He was bickering with the wolf, thus creating a bond of hatred and dislike between each other.
To Sir Gilbert’s disappointment, Liza nodded. “The wolf’s right. We’ll bring war to those who wants war.”