The kitchen door slowly opened and Balton, the four-year-old wolf cub, could smell the scent of sweets and other delicacies. He waddled slowly toward the stone counter. On top of it was a big, stone cookie jar, which in Balton's eyes, was just begging to be opened. Balton reached with a claw for the table top but couldn't reach it. Then, the little wolf cub saw a wooden chair that belonged to the dining table. He walked over and carefully pulled the chair with him, which was actually much heavier than he thought. Balton then pushed the chair against the counter and stood on it. "As long as I don't get caught..." he thought. Just then he heard someone coming down the stairs. He quickly reached for the cookie jar with both claws. As a result, Balton no longer paid attention to the chair, which started to slip away. No sooner had Balton grasped the cookie jar than he dropped down and landed on his bottom on the hard kitchen floor. Tears were in his eyes. To make matters worse, the little wolf cub saw that the cookie jar began to wobble and then fell off the counter. The jar fell to the floor with a creak and a loud clink. Startled, Balton looked at the shards of the jar, and the first thing that came to mind was to quickly pick up a few cookies that had rolled out of the jar and fell to the floor, and put them in his mouth one by one... Then Marja, Balton's mother, walked into the kitchen. "Bad, Balton!", she said, "bad cub! Come here and we'll get you dressed right away. And no, you won't get a cookie!'' With tears in his eyes, Balton watched as his mother gathered up the remains of the cookie jar and wiped it into the bin with a dustpan and brush. Then, Marja took her child under the armpits and carried him out of the kitchen, upstairs, to dress him there in his bedroom.