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He could have been, though he was not. He had never even seen a wolf—he had lived with his father and mother in a big white house with a bay window. But, had he been left in the woods—though they would never have left him anywhere, and never went in the woods—wolves could have found him, and instead of thrashing him about until he was only gnarled meat, they could have taken him in as one of their own, though, of course, this is not what happened.