The Wolf with the Crooked Tail

There once was a little wolf who had a little crooked tail.

The wolf was born that way.  The other wolves  mocked it mercilessly for having a lamb’s tail.  But there was a compensation.   With its little crooked tail, and the aid of a sheepskin and some flour, the wolf was able to do a wonderful imitation of a sheep.  It could get right down into the flock.

This being the one thing it was good at, the wolf really leaned into its strength.  It studied up on sheep, spent hours and days mingled with them, getting to know their ways.  It its own way, the wolf came to love the sheep.  It even came to think itself as a sheep.  Down in its heart, where it counted.

It still ate sheep, of course.  What, did you want it to starve?

This reads like a parable for transgenderism, but that’s not how it started and I am still not 100% convinced that is the best or only reading.  It started out with the phrase, “there once was a wolf with a crooked tail” and went from there.