An old tale from long ago, that began in a village far, far away... There, a wolf brought bountiful harvests of wheat for an exceedingly long time, until memories of the wolf became antiquated stories. What then, was left for the wolf to do?
The people of the village 
just called it my fickleness.
اعتبرَ سكّانُ القرية ذلك تقلُّباً منّي
Aber im Dorf warf man mir
dafür Launenhaftigkeit vor.
La gente del pueblo
me culpaba a mí por ello.
La gente del pueblo
me culpaba a mí por ello.
mais les villageois m’accusaient
de faire cela par caprice.
Eppure, la gente del villaggio
pensava che fosse un mio capriccio.
Só que o povo da vila diz
que eu fazia isso por capricho.
Местные же отчего-то решили,
что я проказничаю!