The Birth of a Steampunk Tale

A poem: The Black Sheep

I followed the wolf to a canyon,

I sneaked up and pushed him in.

Now I’m the sheep in a wolf’s clothing,

‘Cause I ate his carcass and wore his skin.

I went to his den and they let me in.

I lived with his pups for three full days,

Before revealing I wasn’t him.

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