One warm afternoon, as the sun cast golden light on the fields, a sheep came slowly toward their house. Its wool was dusty, its eyes weary.
“Kind people, may I rest a while? I am hungry and thirsty,” it pleaded.
The couple’s hearts melted with compassion.
“Come in, dear one,” they said. “You are safe here.”
They laid before it a bowl of fresh water, a basket of grain, and a soft blanket to rest upon. The sheep drank deeply, ate eagerly, and soon lay down to rest.
But suddenly—
the sheep leapt up, shaking off its woolly disguise.
Before their astonished eyes stood not a gentle sheep, but a fierce wolf, teeth flashing, eyes blazing.
With a terrible growl it sprang toward them. The couple stumbled back in terror. Chairs fell, the blanket tore, and the wolf’s claws scraped the wooden floor.
By a miracle, they dashed through the door and ran into the sunlight, hearts pounding, escaping with their lives. Behind them, the house—once filled with peace—echoed with the sound of the wolf’s rage.

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