In the distance wolves howled their messages to the pack and then they all congregated near the bluff. Below the cliff, were the non-suspecting sheep enjoying a cool breeze and the water flowing in the stream. It was perfect. The shepherd boy was fast asleep as his father noticed the movement on the cliff. Cocking his weapon, the first wolf never saw it coming.
Pow! The son had taken the first shot and had aimed at the black patch on the wolf’s crown. Well, at least the other game would feast tonight, he thought.
“Although, Mutton stew sounds mighty good!”