A sheep passes through fields of green grasslands, munching down bits and its of grass, and drinking water from crystal clear ponds. It then passes by men with hoes, who are cultivating munchy carrots, juicy cucumbers, and chewy cabbages.

Once upon a time, the sheep enter a city full of humans. The appearance of the sheep gains the attention of a street boy. 'Sheep, sheep!' calls the boy, 'Can I harvest your wool?'

'Have the wool on my arms,' replies the sheep. The street boy cuts the wool off and thanks for its kindness.

The street boy isn't done with the sheep, as it asks if he can have the rest of wool; unfortunately for the boy, the sheep says it needs the rest of the wool for when winter starts in five months.

'Winter?' the boy questions, 'By the time winter starts, all your wool will grow back.' The sheep trump by the boy's logic and lets the boy cut all its wool.

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'Now I look at you,' states the sheep, 'I question your need for my wool when you already have clothing over your body.' 'Your wool will be sold for a month worth of money for food,' says the boy. 'Food?' questions the sheep, 'Why buy food when your feet are on it.' The sheep kneels and munches a mouthful of grass.

The boy explains that humans can't eat grass as they have a different diet. 'Fine,' the sheep nods in agreement, 'then what about the men who are cultivating munchy carrots, juicy cucumbers, and chewy cabbages?'

'Those men are farmers; however, I am a merchant,' says the boy. The sheep is trump again by the boy's logic; nevertheless, it asks one last question, 'Why is it that four months of growing of wool is going to equate only a month of food for you?'

The boy nods at the sheep's reasoning and replies, 'You and I are not the same; therefore, you and I can't be satisfied with the same things; as one is a boy and the other is a sheep.'

The two farewelled and walk their separate ways happily ever after.