Why Wolves Won't Whistle Where Wizards Wander

Wizards wander through the wisteria wealds of Wales and the Weeping Willow Wood of west Washington. They walk in the weaving way in which wizards are wont, wondering what wristwatches were watching.

Wolves once waited wistfully to whistle wooingly at these waddling wizards, wiling them (a wolf’s weakness) into the whispering whirlpools withheld in these woods.

Wizard after wizard was written off ‘neath the wretched waves.

Well, one witty wizardling was way too wary; wee Warlock Warren witnessed a wolf-whelp’s wrangling whistle and withdrew!

“WAR!” Warren warbled, while withdrawing, at the woebegone wolf pup.

One wet Wednesday, without warning, Warlock Warren and a wall-to-wall wave of warlocks on the warpath whipped out their wands without waiting and whiz-banged every woodland wolf.

What a waste! For the wolves weren’t wicked. Wolves just want wizards with whom they can wade, yet, woefully, water whelms wizards.

A word to the wise, “With regard to wizards, wise words are worthier than whistled woos.”