Every full moon, the wolf would appear to devour another sheep — it was the way of things.
Always at night and always hungry, the wolf would appear to chase the herd until one could run no longer. When it fell behind, the wolf took the weakest sheep into its powerful jaws and disappeared into the night.
While most of the sheep looked away, one did not. It watched, saw how frightened the other sheep were, and offered comfort to others.
But the wolf noticed the sheep that watched, and on the night when the moon became darkest, it came and took it away.
“Why do you watch?” the wolf asked, not yet having devoured the sheep.
“To understand,” it replied. “There must be a secret that can save us all.”
The wolf laughed. “I will reveal my secret, for it cannot save anyone.” With that, the wolf became a…
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