One day, a wolf was sitting on a high rock, surveying the field for prey. Off in the distance, he saw a strange sight. It was a lone sheep, devouring a fallen wolf.

 ”Little sheep,” he called. “why are you devouring my brother, my fellow Wolf with such ferocity? Why have you strayed so far from eating the grass of the field? Why do you stain your gentle face with my brother’s blood?”

 ”Hard times have fallen on us all, Friend Wolf.” the sheep replied. “Your fellow Wolves, and the Eagles of the air, and the Serpents that live in the fire under the field, and the foul race of Men- who destroy the earth- all of you kill my Brothers, my fellow Sheep. You feed upon us, you take our young ones away, you cause us to scatter, and you spill our blood and guts upon the grass. You all pollute the grass of the field with our blood. So if I am to partake of fallen flesh and blood, it shall be yours!” and he continued eating from the wolf carcass.

 The wolf began to weep.

 ”Little sheep,” he called. “you upset the order of life! The great Wolf in the sky placed you upon the earth for us to eat. We, in turn, die and become grass for you to graze upon. That is how it has always been. You shame your great Sheep in the sky!”

 The sheep paused from his gory meal to ask “Your great Wolf, would he eat my great Sheep, if they were to meet?”

 ”Of course,” answered the wolf. “it is the order of things.”

 ”If your great Wolf is not hungerless and benevolent,” said the sheep “and if he would slay my great Sheep for the sport of a meal, then there IS no order! If my great Sheep cannot avoid the gaping maw of Death, my kind shall remain outnumbered by hungry mouths until none of us remain. And if this is the case, I shall fight you. I shall rebel and start a new order. I am the Sheep that devours Wolves! Yea, Wolves, and Eagles, and wicked Serpents, and the foul race of Men, who destroy the earth. Now get you gone, Friend Wolf! Go,and spread the gospel of the New Order, lest you be my next meal!”

 Having been discoursed so, having seen the falling away of his old ways, the Wolf flung himself off a high precipice, weeping.

 He shattered on the rocks below, and was no more.