A pack of wolves, lean and hungry, slink through the tall grass, their eyes glinting amber in the moonlight. Every step is calculated—ears twitch, noses test the air, and tails remain low as they approach the barnyard. Their leader gestures for silence, and the pack skirts around a massive form sprawled in the dust: a bull, his muscles slack, breathing deep in slumber. The wolves exchange wary glances, careful not to disturb him.
The wolves slip inside, their bodies pressed against wooden walls, and begin to herd the animals into a corner. The sheep bleat in panic, feathers scatter as chickens squawk, and the pigs grunt, shoving each other in confusion. Outside, the bull’s massive chest rises and falls; inside, the tension grows as the wolves move to block every escape.
With a groaning rumble, the bull lifts himself from the ground, his hooves pounding the earth. He lumbers toward the barn, his size casting a shadow across the doorway. The wolves, hearing his approach, freeze mid-attack; their confidence falters as the bull’s silhouette fills the entrance.
"Enough! Prepare the boiling pot," bellows the bull, his deep voice reverberating through the rafters. Chickens flutter to fetch water, pigs roll barrels toward the fire pit, and sheep gather wood. The wolves tremble, eyes wide, as the bull turns to them.
"You can climb in willingly, or I can tenderize you first," the bull warns, his horns gleaming in the firelight.
The wolves, cowed by fear and sheer size of the bull, shuffle forward, tails tucked. One by one, they are ushered toward the pot, their bravado gone. Chickens cluck encouragement, pigs nudge them along, and sheep watch with nervous anticipation. The bull stands guard, making sure none escape.
The animals gather around the steaming pot, savoring the aroma of wolf stew. The bull sits at the head of the table, his presence commanding respect and gratitude. Sheep nibble at bread, chickens peck at vegetables, and pigs dig in heartily. The wolves are gone, and the barnyard celebrates their newfound freedom and unity, feasting together beneath the rising sun.
