When he was chewing the skeleton, the wolf got to a point and laughed. I guess that was the funny bone.
On one bright Sunday morning, one long lost wolf finally met his longtime classmate. “So, Howl’s it goin’!”
When the wolf stood on the grape, the latter said nothing but let out a little bit of a wine.
When you come across a lost wolf, the first greeting should be, “how are you where-wolf”.