Not the world’s smartest wolfy, Fyodor was told by his friend that this tree was full of honey, and that the fat canine can could get his paws on it if he rolled around in mud and floated up there with a balloon. Fyodor was easily convinced.

After having rolled in some mud, Fyodor asked, “How do I look?”

“Like a black raincloud,” the fox replied, almost done blowing up the balloon.

After the fox tied some string to the balloon, Fyodor took the string and began floating. “I’m just a little black raincloud,” said Fyodor as he floated up to the knothole, mud dripping off his big butt. “Pay no attention to little old me.”

Little did Fyodor realize his friend had something else planned. When he got up to the knothole, he began shaking the mud off his butt. The fox opened his umbrella and walked underneath going, “Tut tut, it looks like rain.”

As the wolf kept shaking his bottom, the fox took out a ray gun, aimed it at Fyodor, and pulled the trigger.

“Oh, bother, what’s that tickling feeling on my bottom?” Fyodor said to himself. The sensation spread down his legs and up his belly, and he felt it on the paws clinging onto the string.

The fox chuckled, “I love me a big plushie, Wolfie-the-Pooh.”