The Kiss of the Wolf and the Sheep
Once upon a time, in an emerald green meadow at the foot of the misty mountains, there lived a clever sheep. This sheep was known throughout the highland for her elegance, her soft white fleece and her sharp wit. One day, as the shadow of the hills fell over the meadow, a sly and hungry wolf came out from among the bushes. With a cunning smile that hid his purpose and with heavy steps, the wolf glided toward the sheep. The sweet breeze of the valley made the leaves of the trees whisper softly, like a herald of this dangerous encounter. Putting on a false friendship, the wolf softened his voice as much as he could and drew close to the sheep. "O my most beautiful neighbour, let us at last put an end to this senseless enmity between us," he said.
The sheep immediately noticed the hidden hunting desire and the danger in the wolf's eyes. But the experienced sheep managed to keep her calm by hiding her fear. The cunning wolf came one step closer, as if to prove his sincerity. "Come, let us kiss each other as a token of our peace and our friendship," he added. Nodding her head calmly, the sheep seemed to accept the wolf's false offer. Just as the wolf bent down and kissed the sheep on the cheek, he smiled with the pride of the treacherous plan in his heart. "You see," said the wolf, "we are now two close friends who love each other."
But as soon as the sheep felt the hidden ferocity in the wolf's warm breath, she cleverly drew back. Smiling, the sheep said, "Your lips whisper peace, but your sharp teeth still want to tear me apart." Bewildered by these sharp and clever words, the cunning wolf hesitated for a moment. Taking advantage of the wolf's momentary confusion, the sheep ran quickly toward the nearby shepherd dog. Realizing that his true intention had been understood, the wolf fled in despair into the dark depths of the forest. The clever sheep, having escaped the danger, went on grazing peacefully beside her flock. Not to be fooled by an enemy's sweet words and false closeness is the greatest virtue of survival. The wolf changes his coat, but not his nature.