In earlier times there were exstensive forests rich with game in the vicinity of Klien-Krams, near Lugwigslust, Germany. Great hunts were held in the area by sportsmen who came from all over Germany to test their prowess at bringing down their choice of game. For years, however, the hunters had been stymeid by the appearance of a great wolf that seemed impervious to any bullet. Sometimes the beast would taunt them by approaching within easy shooting distance, on occasion even adding to the mockery by snatching a piece of their kill, then dash away without a bullet seeming to come anywhere near it.

Now it happened during one great hunt that one of the participants, a young cavalry officer, was travelling through the village when his attention was captured by a group of running and screaming out of a house. Seeing nothing pursuing them that wold cause such panic, he stopped one of the youngsters and asked what the matter was. The child told him that no adult from the Feeg family was at home except for thier young son. When he was left alone, it was his custom to transform himself into a werewolf and terrorize the neighborhood children. They all ran away when he achieved such a transformatin because they didn't want him to bite them.

The officer was bemused by such wild play of the children's imaginations, that he assumed they were playing the big bad wolf after the sheep or some game. But then he caught a glimpse of a wolf in the house, and in the next few moments, a small boy stood in it's place.

Greatly intrigued now, the officer approached the boy in the house and asked him to disclose more about his game of wolf. At first the boy refused, but the young cavalry officer was persistant. Finally the boy confessed that his grandmother possessed a wolfstrap, and that when he put it on he became a werewolf. The officer begged for for a demonstration of such remarkable transformation. After much persuasion, the boy agreed if the officer would first climb into the loft and pull the ladder up after him so he would not be bitten. the officer readily agreed to the conditions.

The boy left the room and soon returned as a wolf, once again chasing away his playmates who had gathered at the doorway to watch. After a few minutes of pleasuring himself by frightening his friends, the werewolf dissapeared a few minutes later and returned as the boy. Althought the astonshied cavalryman carefully examined the wolf strap, he could not discover any such properties of transformation in the strip of the wolfhide.

Not long after his experience at the Feeg house, the officer told a local forester about the demonstration. Perhaps the child had fooled him with a large dog of wolflike appearance. The forester said nothing, but he thought at once of the large wolf that could not be brought down during any of the great hunts. He resolved to test both the bizarre tale told by the officer and the strength of the wolf by making a bullet of silver for the next hunt.

A few weeks later, during the hunt, the wolf showed itself in its usual taunting manner. Many of the hunters were determined to bring the beast down, but their bullets appeared to miss the mark or to have no effect on the great wolf. Then the forester fired his rifle. To everyone's astonishment the wolf spun wounded to the ground, then scrambled back to its feet and ran off. The hunstmen followed the trail of blood to the Feeg household where they found the wolf lying bleeding in Grandmothers bed. In her pain she had forgotten to remove the strap, and she was at last revealed as the werewolf.