The other day I was taking a walk down a country road when I came across the strangest sight. I saw two timber wolves creeping up on a flock of sheep in a farmer’s pen. The wolves were pretty big and shaggy, and they bared their teeth and snarled as they got closer. I could actually see the saliva dripping off their fangs. It was an awesome sight, and I remember thinking “Wow! How many people actually get to see a wolf take down its prey in real life?”
But then the weirdest thing happened. Just as the wolves were about to pounce and rip the sheep to shreds, the scrawniest sheep of the flock stepped forward and raised up a sign that said “No Wolves Allowed”.
The larger of the two wolves stood up from his crouch, and I heard him say, “Damn it, Joe, that’s the third sign we’ve seen this week!” And both the wolves slouched away in angry compliance.
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