The wolf waited for his target next to the stream. Everyday Tony had come down here at lunchtime to wash his glorious moustache and today was no different. Tony knelt down to the stream and through some of the refreshingly cold water on his face. Opening his eyes he looked back down and saw red eyes looking back at him on the reflection. The wolf didn't hesitate, grabbing Tony's head and twisting breaking it as easily as snapping a twig. TonyCotonsTache slumped to the floor dead. TonyCotonsTache was GOOD. Meanwhile another villager was strolling along the beach looking at the surf. He kicked something inadvertently with his foot. Looking down and digging through the sand he uncovered an old musket, complete with one silver bullet. This discovery was witnessed by another villager.