“Step right up and gitcher Loafer pelt here! Custom cut with gen-U-ine Lobo choppers!”
“Join with us as we enter the New Ovine Age, where we cast off what always was, and hereby ordain what ought to be!”
Now, giving up his old herbivorous life to parade around as a wolf seemed somewhat unsettling- a bit traitorous in fact; as if he had entered into an odiferous transaction with some obscene Other while wiggling into this new destiny. Being a sheep has its advantages however, and that thought flew out his other ear as soon as he shook his head and stamped his foot. It was settled. He was now a sheep in wolf clothing.
The lobo stink was so bad at first that he plugged his nostrils, “a small price to pay in order to fulfill my true destiny”, he parroted. With another shake of his head, he left the band to seek out his new life.
It was not hard to fall in with wolves; a pack or two always lived near the edge of his old band. Now and then they would pick off strays, searching out tender lambs and their ewes with soft udders full of sweet, lovely milk. Suited up in his disguise he was safe, and began to imitate Lupine ways. It was quite a shock when he realized just how many wolves there were, and how hard their life was. The wolves had constant meetings where Muy Malo, a great big white loafer ran the show and told the rest what to do. Wolves talked big and constantly bragged when together. In the main however, they seemed a touchy, mean, and unhappy lot.
Sheep did not listen to each other much. They had the Herder who made all the big decisions- of course there is always some posturing and head butting from time to time, but as a rule they are a pretty contented crew. As time went on he tried to become a decent wolf as wolves go; creeping around at night and laying up during the day when not quarreling with the others. Wolves were constantly in flux, trying to see who was going to be the next one to challenge Muy Malo; all of the ado and ruckus took a lot out of a fellow.
He kept at doing all the things wolves did, but something began to happen to him- he started to hate the life he was leading. It was so… well… it was so unnatural that it at times made him physically ill and it began to change his sunny ovine disposition into a darker, more brittle thing. Humility, meekness, generosity, and all the other sheep traits he was born with were beaten down and pushed aside for pride, cruelty and avarice; the watchwords by which wolves lived. Day by day the old life of being true to yourself and to others- the life of contentment, tranquility and smallness- heeding the needs of your loved ones and the urgings of the Herder began to bubble up for a final desperate confrontation.