It’s celebration time in the meadow: the sheep are rejoicing, and for good reason—the wolf is dead. It was a big bad wolf, of course. Or maybe not, since no one has ever actually seen him. But Kalle the sheep knows someone who knows someone who has. Locke, his friend, has doubts. Kalle gets angry. Very angry.

Now that the wolf is dead, the flock begins searching for a successor. Kalle steps forward.

“Playing the wolf is easy, but being the wolf—is it really that simple?”