There was a lamb.


This lamb felt out of place with the other lambs it was with. One day a pack of wolves came to eat sheep and noticed that out of all of the sheep they was eating, the lamb was the only one not panicking. In fact, it smiled at them without fear, and despite themselves, the wolves smiled back with the blood of the lamb's peers on their teeth. Still she lamb didn't panic. The wolves liked this and took the lamb to live with them. The lamb found things in common with the wolves and felt genuine happiness.


After a time the lamb and wolves got used to each other. There were things the wolves could do because they were wolves and things the lamb could do because it was a lamb; there were also things they couldn't do because they were them. These were inherent qualities and sometimes they got frustrated at the qualities of one another, but really it was the lamb who was frustrated the most. The wolves could handle what the lamb could not do but the lamb wanted so badly the wolves' sharp claws and deadly teeth and piercing eyes (and fluffy cuddly tails) that the lamb could not stand it. every day the lamb lived with this jealousy but tried hard to hide it for fear the leaders of the wolf pack would eat her or force her to live with sheep again, a thought that terrified her as she'd grown so accustomed to the wolves. But lambs are lambs and wolves are wolves and so it went on.


One day the lamb could not handle her frustration any more and tried to howl with the wolves when they went to howl at the moon like they did at night. She loved their tones, and how in synch they were when they howled together, notes flowing seamlessly into the next, it enchanted her. when she tried, the wolves gathered around her and scratched her and told her that though they were in the situation they were in, she was a lamb and they were wolves.