Once there was a lamb happy and gleeful. The lamb as a sheep has tendency to wonder and he did. Well, the lamb found himself lost and in a dark wood. He was fearful, because he heard stories of wolves and how they like to eat sheep. He cried out and cried out for his Sheppard, who would surely miss the lamb. The lamb’s cries attracted the thing he feared the worse, a mangy hungry pack of wolves. The lamb cried again for his Sheppard but no Sheppard. He cried to magical fairy people, but there were no magical fairy people. Alone and circled by wolves, the lamb realized that it had horns. Determined not to go down without a fight, the lamb fought. He was severely outnumbered and not combat ready, but he fought, with the ferocity of a wolf. The lamb won. The price for this victory was heavy. The lamb was wound and limped his way back. The Sheppard greeted him and saw his wounds. The Sheppard said I was with you all the time and look at this poem about some footsteps in the sand. The lamb said, “I look and I called but there was no Sheppard. I called when there was only the dark to fear and I called when I faced the wolves. Actually, my cries for you, only called the wolves to me. In the end, I limped out of there, I faced the wolves, and I found my way back. You were not there and now I am unwanted because my fur is mangled by the wolves, you failed to protect me from.” Then the sheep went out of the herd and lived in the wood. He became a strange creature who eats both wolves and sheep.
