Once upon a time in the sunny meadow of Woolly Hollow, a sneaky wolf named Waldo was very, very hungry.
He had tried chasing rabbits (too fast), stealing berries (too sour), and catching fish (too slippery).
Then one day, he spotted the biggest, fluffiest flock of sheep he had ever seen.
“Ah-ha!” he grinned. “Dinner with extra fluff!”
But there was one tiny problem: the sheep were guarded by Barry the Sheepdog, the fastest, bravest, barkiest dog in the valley.
“Hmm,” Waldo muttered, scratching his chin. “If I can’t scare them, maybe I can fool them.”
That’s when he saw it — a white, woolly fleece hanging on the fence.
“Perfect!” he howled. “I’ll dress up as one of them. No one will suspect a thing!”
The Woolly Disguise Disaster
Waldo squeezed himself into the fleece. It was tight, itchy, and smelled faintly of grass and sheep burps.
He strutted toward the flock, trying to blend in.
“Baa-baa,” he said awkwardly.
The other sheep looked at him funny. “You sound like you’ve got a cold,” said Daisy, the smallest lamb.
“I’m… baa-choo! Allergic to grass,” Waldo replied quickly.
Trying to act normal, he joined the flock’s grazing line. But he didn’t know how to chew grass properly! He ended up coughing and sneezing so much that even Barry the Sheepdog lifted an eyebrow.
“Something smells fishy,” Barry muttered.
“Baa!” Waldo bleated nervously. “I mean… sheepy!”
The Funny Farmyard Feast
Later that day, the farmer brought out a huge bucket of fresh feed. All the sheep crowded around, happily munching away.
Waldo licked his lips. “At last! Dinner time!”
He reached for a plump lamb, but accidentally grabbed a mouthful of grass instead of lunch!
“Bleh! What is this stuff?” he spat, forgetting to use his sheep voice.
Barry spun around. “A talking sheep? Or maybe… a sneaky wolf!”
The other sheep gasped. Daisy squealed, “He’s not one of us—he’s got pointy ears!”
Before Waldo could run, Barry barked so loudly that the whole farm woke up. Chickens clucked, cows mooed, and even the ducks shouted, “Get him!”
Waldo dashed across the meadow, leaving a trail of wool behind him like a runaway sweater.
A Lesson in Honesty
By the time Waldo reached the forest, he was out of breath and covered in sheep fluff. He flopped down by the river and sighed.
“Well,” he said, “that didn’t go as planned.”
He looked at his reflection: half wolf, half wool, and completely ridiculous.
“Maybe pretending to be something you’re not isn’t such a good idea after all,” he chuckled. “Next time, I’ll just stick to berries… or baking!”
And believe it or not, Waldo did just that. He opened the Meadow Muffin Bakery, where all the animals came for the best blueberry pies in the valley.
From that day on, everyone knew Waldo — not as a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but as the wolf who learned to laugh at himself!
The End !
