Wolfi

Wolfi hears music everywhere. A dripping tap is a rhythm. The wind is a melody. A creaky gate is the start of a little song. He's quick, cheeky, deeply loyal — and absolutely impossible to keep still.

Wolfi is the reason classical music drifts gently through every story. He never says "let's listen to Mozart." He says, "Do you hear that? The river sounds just like a cello!" — and the music rises all on its own.

With fluffy blond hair and a little golden coat, Wolfi brings the bounce and the giggles. His stories are the most playful in the garden.

“Listen — do you hear that? That's exactly what a Tuesday morning sounds like!”

— Wolfi says