Woolberta, the matriarch, flits between guests, her eyes sparkling with clever mischief. Lambert, the eldest son, juggles pineapples for the amusement of his siblings. Wolfgang, the honored guest and only wolf among sheep, reclines in a rattan chair, soaking in the attention with smug satisfaction.
"Wolfgang, we hope you're hungry! Tonight's feast is all about celebrating our dearest friend," Woolberta exclaims, her voice lilting as she hands him a coconut drink.
"You sheep sure know how to throw a party. I could get used to this kind of hospitality," Wolfgang replies, grinning broadly.
"Just wait till you taste Mama's famous roasted root salad. It's... unforgettable," Lambert adds with a wink, drawing laughter from the younger sheep.
Wolfgang[/@ch_3], tossing flower garlands and singing a cheerful luau tune. The air grows thick with playful energy, punctuated by bursts of giggles and knowing glances.]
Ewegene, the youngest, dances around Wolfgang, trailing a garland dangerously close to his snout. Wolfgang laughs, swatting gently at the flowers, but his gaze lingers on the sheep's synchronized moves.
"So, what's the secret ingredient in this punch? I feel like it's growing on me," Wolfgang jokes, sipping his drink.
"Oh, just a little something special for our special guest," Woolberta replies sweetly, her smile lingering a beat too long.
"We sheep love to make memories—especially on nights like this," Lambert adds, passing Wolfgang another skewer of glazed fruit.
Wolfgang[/@ch_3].]
Wolfgang shifts in his seat, noticing the sheep's coordinated movements. The torches flicker, casting elongated shadows across the grass.
"You all seem... very organized tonight. Is there a dance routine I should be worried about?" Wolfgang asks, forced bravado creeping into his voice.
"Only the ones where everyone knows their part," Woolberta answers, locking eyes with Lambert, who quietly hands her an ornate serving fork.
"It's a family tradition. The guest of honor is always at the center of attention," Lambert says, his tone laced with double meaning.
Wolfgang[/@ch_3] rises, sensing the shift, his confident air slipping.]
Wolfgang glances around, noting the sheep blocking every exit, their smiles no longer friendly.
"Is this some kind of joke? Because I have to admit, I'm not laughing," Wolfgang says, his voice cracking slightly.
"We're not joking, Wolfgang. Tonight, you're more than just our guest—you're the main course," Woolberta declares, her words landing with chilling finality.
"The family feast wouldn't be complete without a taste of wolf," Lambert adds, picking up a gleaming carving knife as the other sheep close in.
Wolfgang[/@ch_3] stumbles backward, his bravado shattered, eyes darting for escape as the sheep advance.]
The torches flare, illuminating the faces of Woolberta, Lambert, and Ewegene—each resolute, each savoring the moment of revelation. The luau decorations hang like mocking trophies above the impending scene.
"Please, you don't have to do this. I thought we were friends," Wolfgang pleads, desperation coloring his words.
"We are friends, Wolfgang. But tonight, friendship means sharing everything," Woolberta responds, her voice both gentle and merciless.
The sheep descend as one, their clever coordination sealing Wolfgang's fate.
"Who knew a wolf could bring the family together like this?" Lambert jokes, raising his glass.
[@ch_4_d]"To the best luau ever,"[/@ch_4]Ewegene[/@ch_4] cheers, earning laughter from the others as they prepare to dine.
Woolberta surveys the scene, satisfaction glinting in her eyes as the sheep reclaim the night, the wolf's confidence now a distant memory beneath the stars.
