There once was a Lamb, full of wool. He sheared himself every winter for his penury. Yet, he lived with a Wolf, whom would tell the Lamb every winter, "No one buys wool anymore, only cotton." Yet, the Lamb's wool was so soft and luxurious, the Wolf secretly stole the Lamb's wool, and sold it to make the finest dyed sweaters.
The Lamb would wonder why there be not any profit, and would bleat for help. Came the Lion; he too, being king, saw the wool was excellent, and took his cut from the Wolf, to hide the misdeed.
Finally, a Man came upon the sheep, and wondered why he was poor. He found out, and shot the Wolf and Lion dead, and restored the profits to the Lamb with interest. For the Man was the Sheep's Shepherd, and Caretaker, and kept him fed in his poverty all those years, and loved his little Lamb.
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The Lamb
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