Wolfy, The Sheep.

There was once a sheep that had a long, bushy tail; two large, pointy ears; a long, pointy nose; long sharp,pointy teeth and who made a terrible howling noise and this sheeps name
was Wolfy.

And, one day, another of the sheep in Wolfy’s flock, called Joan, came running up to him excitedly. “Hey, Wolfy. You’re kind of new
around here so you probably don’t know but,
every Summer, we have an “Impersonate a wolf”
contest and the sheep who does the best wolf impersonation wins one thousand smackeroos”.

“What?”, said Wolfy, scratching his grey hairy head, “One thousand smackeroos? Just for looking and sounding like a wolf? Hmm? I might just enter that contest myself”.

“You Wolfy?”, said Joan, laughing, “But you look about the least convincing wolf I’ve ever seen. Whereas, I am an excellent actress and you should really hear my howl”.

“Grrr, Amateur!”, snarled Wolfy, shaking a hairy paw at Joan, “You just wait until you see my wolf impersonation! I’ll show you a wolf and I’ll win all those lovely smackeroos too”.

“Well”, said Joan, “Maybe you will. They're holding auditions right now, on that stage in the middle of the field over there”, and Joan pointed a hoof towards a small, outdoor stage upon which various sheep were doing their very best to growl and howl and snarl and snap like wolves,adding
“You best hurry up while you’re still in with a chance”.

“Don’t you worry”, said Wolfy, “I will”, and he rushed over to the small stage, leaping onto it and pushing off all of the other hopeful contestants.

“Pah!”, he said, as he pushed, shoved and even kicked them off of the stage, “Stand aside, you wooly buffoons and watch a real proffessional at work”.

“Name?”, asked one of the three sheep judges who were sitting at a long trestle table infront of the stage.

“Wolfy Wolf, your honour”, said Wolfy.

“I’m not that kind of Judge”, said the Judge,
“I’m a talent show judge. Alright, Wolfy. Do your best wolf impersonation for us. Really scare us”.

“Okay”, said Wolfy whipping off his curly sheep skin disguise and revealing that he was not a sheep at all but really a wolf that had been pretending to be a sheep but, just as he was about to make a long, loud wolf howl, a door with iron bars suddenly slid down over the front of the stage and, looking around, Wolfy saw, to his terror, that all the other walls of the stage had iron bars across them. It was not a stage at all but a cage disguised as a stage.

“Help!”, cried Wolfy, poking his long mouth out through the bars of the cage and screaming.

“It’s too late for help, Mr Wolf”, said Joan sheep, revealing herself to be the leader of the sheep, “We’ve had a lot of trouble with your sort. Nasty wolves in sheeps clothing and so we built this trap to catch them and you’ve been caught,Mr Wolf”.

“But. It’s not fair. Don’t I even win my one thousand smackeroos?”, asked Wolfy.

“Oh yes”, replied Joan, and Wolfy saw all of the sheep produce large wooden cricket bats that they had been secretly hiding away, “We’ll give you smackeroos, alright”.