An old woman lived alone in the woods. One night she was at home and the wind whistled and the trees shook. She had a bad feeling that someone (or something) was coming to her cabin.
She went to her bed around midnight and soon she heard the sound of loud footsteps and heavy breathing circling her cabin. She heard banging on the sides of the cabin and the door was jiggled and pulled on, as if someone was trying to open it.
The person went around the cabin three or four times doing the same thing. The old woman, terribly frightened, grabbed her small axe that she used to split wood into kindling and opened her window. The next time that the intruder circled the cabin, she reached out and hit it on the head and knocked him down. Instead of a man, she saw a creature that had a man’s body but the fierce head of a wolf. The creature lay there for a while; then it staggered up and ran off.
The next morning the old woman saw blood on the ground where the creature had fallen.
That day she left her cabin and went to her son’s home a few miles away. She told her son that what happened and she refused to return to her home. She lived for another few years, but all the while that she stayed with her son she was troubled by the narrow escape she had at the hands of a rugaroo.