The wolf had been taunted by the smell lambs for what felt like an age. The shepherd and sheep dogs were just too attentive. The shepherd knew just how much a lamb, or even a gown sheep was worth. As he was about to give up and slink back into the dark deep woods he found a dried up flayed sheepskin. No signs of any meat left on it, but it gave him an idea.
He wrapped the sheepskin around himself and walked straight into the herd, as nonchalantly as he could. For the first time in days he managed to get a meal. The wolf was happy with his cunning, and decided to try it again the next day.
It worked. It worked for several days after, not only did he get to eat, but occasionally he’d join in with the gambolling and frolicking that safe sheep like to practice in the springtime. And there was defiantly a female sheep that was giving him very sheep-eyed looks. All in all the wolf was starting to have fun. Having eaten his way out of near starvation he sometimes just wore the skin for company’s sake, in fairness sometimes he’d lead a lamb away and eat it though.
Weeks passed and the tiny lambs grew into larger lambs until one day the shepherd rounded up the lambs. Leaving the mother sheep distraught, and the wolf a little lonely. The sheep decided all would be well. The shepherd had looked after them well, they were always fed, always sheared, no doubt the lambs were given their own field with a different shepherd.
The wolf decided to stick with the sheep, for now at least. The lambs might be brought back, and the woods looked very dark, and very deep.
A day or so later the shepherd herded up the sheep, and the slightly confused wolf. The dogs yipped at their heals nudging them all together and crowding them into the back of a lorry. The lorry drove off to the slaughterhouse, with the sheep all tell each other not to worry, hadn’t the shepherd always looked after them. The wolf listened and was processed right alongside all the other trusting foolish sheep.
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