Picou's werewolf by the buckwheat field
A peasant says a man named Picou saw a wolf the size of a calf over his hedge after sunset, and refuses to cross the marsh that night.
According to a peasant in Sabine Baring-Gould's The Book of Were-Wolves, Picou saw a werewolf a week earlier. Picou was at the hedge of his buckwheat field after sunset, about to go home, when he heard something move on the other side. He looked over and saw, against the skyline, a wolf the size of a calf, tongue hanging out, eyes shining like marsh-lights.
The peasant says nothing would get him across the marsh that night, and asks what two men could do against such a creature.
"“Picou tells me that he saw the were-wolf only this day se’nnight,” said a peasant; “he was down by the hedge of his buckwheat field, and the sun had set, and he was thinking of coming home, when he heard a rustle on the far side of the hedge. He looked over, and there stood the wolf as big as a calf against the horizon, its tongue out, and its eyes glaring like marsh-fires. Mon Dieu! catch me going over the marais to-night. Why, what could two men do if they were attacked by that wolf-fiend?”"