In this story I tell the tale of the Poor Man and the Wolf, in which the Sekler man's sharp thinking helps him out of trouble and outwit the wolf. It is a short tale so I complement the performance with Szekler sayings. I spent summers in my grandmother's and great-aunt's village, at Dálnok, where the meadow is a colourful and the spring water flows so gently from the ground, where the hay is crisp and smells good, and the bear has been dropping the garden's bushes for a plum.
