that bathed itself, sheared its own wool, sprinkled itself with spices, shyly walked into the wolf pack, begged the wolves not to eat it, saying it wasn’t that kind of sheep, but in the end, the wolves ate it and threw the bones to the dog, and even the dog was reluctant to eat, just licking them with great enjoyment...
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There was a sheep,
that bathed itself,
sheared its own wool,
sprinkled itself with spices,
shyly walked into the wolf pack,
begged the wolves not to eat it,
saying it wasn’t that kind of sheep,
but in the end, the wolves ate it and threw the bones to the dog,
and even the dog was reluctant to eat,
just licking them with great enjoyment...