The golden sheep grunted and then thought whether to take a nap or to eat more grass. "We wolves eat sheep."
How simple it all was to now have this silly, stupid golden sheep collected in his own flock of special sheep. Oh, how incredibly easy! How could he have guessed that after all those years of building trust and funding clandestine payoffs through corporate shell deals and providing opportunities for sexual pleasures mixed with grand ceremonies; that all this Tundra wolf had to do was convince this golden sheep that he was not a sheep at all, but a Tundra wolf!
The Tundra wolf drooled as he scanned over the suburbs where thousands of sheep plugged into iPhones sipped their Green Tea Frappuccino and flipped off a bus they had to get around in their black SUVs on their way to their offices, while tired sheep looking out in a daze from dusty bus windows counted down the stops to uptown as they clutched their folded restaurant aprons ignoring the strange woman singing in the back seat.
“Did you say something about wolves a minute ago?”
"Which wolf will win inside those American sheep?”
The Tundra wolf growled under his breath and looked out over the suburbs. “Neither, my pup. For we shall poison the grass that feeds both.”