CHAPTER FORTY TWO

The sun was completely sunk into the sky and a pale yellow hue with a few fluffy white that crisscrossed the milky clouds—like a zebra, had taken over, spreading its tangerine-coloured shade from East to West, and from North to South, too, as it served as a magnificent background for the hundreds of birds of diverse kinds that performed flight acrobatics whilst landing on top of fir trees to rest before taking off again.

The evening insects crackled and called to one another in their different ‘languages’ as night slowly crept in and one by one, the street lamps which could be found at every junction came alive, shining their white, bright lights on the tarmac.

Out in the open, trying to find a solution to the misery that had befallen one of them was Harold and Wilkes, carefully journeying to the girls' hostels in search of a sassy wolf whom neither of them recognized.

“Do you remember the exact location of her room?” Harold asked W