Lila the sheep leaped high into the air, her woolly coat catching the sunlight as she soared over tufts of grass. The scent of clover filled the air, and her laughter rang out, clear and bright. She felt as though she could touch the clouds with each joyful jump, unaware of the watchful eyes lurking behind the tall reeds at the field’s edge.

The wolf, sly and swift, darted from the underbrush, his paws silent against the soft earth. He fixed his sharp gaze on Lila, his intent clear, and began his pursuit with a sudden burst of speed. Lila glanced back, her heart pounding, and gathered all her strength to leap towards the safety of the river.

Lila bounded from rock to rock, her hooves barely grazing the stones as she scrambled across. Behind her, the wolf called out, his voice twisting with mock fear, "There's a wolf chasing me!" The absurdity of his words echoed over the water, and for a moment, Lila was too surprised to be frightened.

Lila raced up the hill, her breaths coming fast, until she spotted her mother waiting at the edge of the flock. The other sheep looked on with curious eyes, murmuring softly among themselves. Lila's mother, wise and gentle, stepped forward with a mix of concern and relief.

Lila's mother nuzzled her daughter, her voice calm but firm. "Lila, do not talk with strangers! Ok? There are many ways to stay safe, and you must remember them." She demonstrated how to greet others politely, showed her daughter how to wash her hooves in the stream, and reminded her to always say "please" and "thank you" when asking for help or sharing.

"Yes, Mom!" Lila replied, snuggling close to her mother. She felt safe and loved, grateful for the lessons and the comfort of her family. As she drifted off to sleep, Lila dreamed of leaping through bright fields, always returning home to warmth, good habits, and the magic words that kept her safe.