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Topic: Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (11/21/13)
TITLE: My New Coat
By Francy Judge
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What to wear? My question of the day. Every day. A very hard choice indeed, you see, because a lady wolf must look her best. The cream lightweight wool? The midnight black curly nap? Or the charcoal wool/rabbit blend? I must own an entire flock of choices. I can’t help being naturally stylish…so I shouldn’t be blamed for my excessive use of sheep. Wool is also a wise choice—keeps me cool in summer and warm in winter. It’s a must for the perfect wardrobe.
Okay, maybe I did use my cunning skills to lead sheep away from the pack a few hundred times. But that’s it. I swear. One time I spoke to a wandering sheep from a bush. “There’s a fresh patch of grass, top grade quality, just beyond the crooked tree on the hill.” I waited as the sun rested on the horizon and the sky streaked purple strokes above the juniper trees. I shivered and couldn’t wait to get dressed.
“Baaaa. Be right back,” he called to the others. I’m sure you can guess who was waiting by the crooked tree. Crooked me. I love that Merino wool coat.
Another time I taught them how to square dance. “Ace of diamonds, Jack of spades, swing your partner and promenade…” I swung my partner right out the gate and do-si-doed until I owned a new silver tweed.
My favorite game was hide and sheep. I was a great help to the ones with smallest brains who couldn’t find a spot to hide. “I’ve got the perfect spot for you; no one will EVER find you here.” And they never did, but I wove a warm hat and mittens.
But that was the old me, the sly wolf who used her above average intelligence and creative wit to get what she wanted. I gave into temptation and horded wool, more than enough for thirty wolves. I confess it was fun, but now I’m on the most wanted list. I move from cave to cave. No one will believe I’ve changed.
In my defense, my latest garment was purchased for me by a kind and spotless lamb. I wear it and I am new. He said he bought it with his blood and it is the only way to wash away my sins. This coat is all about forgiveness.
Do you hear that? Sounds like a heavy rain, the hooves charging down the hill. My time is almost up. An army of sheep draw near and I wrap my cloak tighter. I am warm.
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