Sheep Worrying
This is the story of Wolf's valiant attempt to steal a sheep off a violent shepherdess and his subsequent imprisonment for sheep worrying.
Fresh Meat
It was another beautiful day in the 4th Kingdom. The sky was clear, the sun was shining and the playful spring breeze wafted the scent of meadow flowers across the fields.
Infected by spring fever Wolf skipped carelessly down the road humming to himself. Suddenly he skidded to a halt, his eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
In the field opposite was the most wonderful flock of sheep he had ever seen. Wonderful, fluffy, dreamy, creamy, succulent sheep all of different shapes, sizes and smells. Wolf whined with pleasure and let his nose lead him towards the beautiful sight.
He paused at the very edge of the field assessing the situation, a dozen dreamy sheep and one half dozing shepherdess, perfect. He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. He reflected that since he was in the area and the opportunity had arisen he might nab a little lamb or two on the way past.
Grinning a wolfish grin he slunk across the field towards the frolicking lambs keeping low and quiet.
The shepherdess was dozing by a tree, her green frilly dress piled up under her and her crock propped to one side.
Wolf was drooling at the mouth; he had reached the flock and crept up behind one particular succulent looking sheep. He leant forward arms out stretched and...
"Ah hum-" a delicate voice behind him coughed.
Wolf winced and turned around his arms still outstretched.
The young shepherdess was standing up hands on hips with a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Do you want something, mister?" she asked politely.
Wolf shut his mouth and hid his hands behind his back.
"No dearest, I was just admiring your sheep," he told her, with a smile that had caught the heart of many a young shepherdess.
But the smile had absolutely no effect whatsoever on this particular little girl. She looked mockingly at Wolf.
"Sure you are," she replied in a honey-covered little girl voice, and then returned to her seat.
Wolf smiled humourlessly and patted a sheep before retreating with as much dignity as he could muster. The cynical shepherdess watched him closely as he disappeared into the trees.
When Wolf looked back the meddling little girl was still staring and, did he imagine it, or was there a look of barely disguised triumph on her cherubim face.
Wolf's hackles rose and his instinct took over. Huff puff! There was no way he could ignore a challenge like that, from a midget shepherdess of all people.
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