The Stag the Wolf and the Sheep

Knock, knock, knock. The Sheep opened her door just a crack. There on the step stood the Stag, tall and shiny, with a big smile on his face and an empty sack at his feet.

"Good morning, dear Sheep," he said. "What a fine barn of wheat you have! Will you lend me one measure? Only one. I will pay it back when the day comes."

The Sheep chewed slowly and said nothing.

"Don't worry," said the Stag. "My friend the Wolf will speak for me. If I don't pay you, he will."

The Sheep looked past him, over the fence. There in the shade of a tree sat the Wolf, with his tongue hanging out. He gave her a little wave. She did not like the look of this at all, and she pulled the door in closer.

"Thank you, but no," she said. "The Wolf takes what he wants and runs off. And you have the fastest legs in the forest. So tell me, Stag. When the day comes for paying, how shall I ever find you?"