The Brave Little Lamb and the Cunning Wolf

The Tale of the Little Lamb and the Wolf

BY:Ubaid

Once upon a time, in a quiet meadow at the edge of a thick forest, there lived a gentle sheep with her two little lambs. Life in the meadow seemed peaceful, but danger was never far away, for a cunning and cruel wolf roamed the forest nearby. This wolf was always on the lookout for innocent creatures to prey upon.

Children, perhaps you have already heard the story of the lamb who once went to the river to drink water. The river was the only source of water in that part of the forest, so all animals—big and small—came there to quench their thirst. One day, a lamb went down to the river to drink. He had just taken a few sips of water when the wolf, who was drinking a little further upstream, suddenly approached him.

The wolf growled, “Why are you making the water dirty? Can’t you see that I am drinking from it?”

The poor lamb, trembling with fear, replied softly, “But sir, the water is flowing from your side down to me. How can I possibly make it dirty for you?”

The wolf bared his teeth angrily. “Do you remember last year when you insulted me and spoke badly of me?”

The lamb lowered his head. “Sir, last year I was not even born. I am only six months old.”

The wolf snapped back, “Then it must have been your brother or your father. You are all the same!” With that, the wicked wolf leapt upon the innocent creature and devoured him.

But, dear children, today’s story is not about that lamb. It is about his younger brother, who was still alive.


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The younger lamb often asked his mother about his elder brother. “Mother,” he would say, “where is my brother? Why does he never play with me?”

His mother’s eyes would fill with sorrow. She would tell him the story of how his brother had met the wolf by the river and had been eaten. Each time she told the tale, she would end with a warning: “My child, never go to the river at the times when the wolf or other big animals are there. Promise me that you will be careful.”

“But mother,” the little lamb asked innocently, “where then should I drink water? There is only one river here.”

His mother replied, “You must go at the time when the other animals are not there—perhaps in the afternoon, when the forest is quiet. Most creatures come in the morning or evening. If you go at noon, you will be safer.”

The little lamb listened to his mother’s advice and obeyed her. Each day, when the sun was high and most animals rested in the shade, he would go alone to the river, quickly drink, and then return home. For some time, everything went well.

But as the wise say, what is destined cannot be avoided. The little lamb, too, was fated to meet the wolf one day.


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It happened on a warm afternoon. The lamb had gone to the river, as usual, to quench his thirst. He bent down, dipped his mouth in the cool water, and began to drink. Suddenly, he noticed movement on the opposite bank. His heart skipped a beat. There, coming toward him with sly eyes and sharp teeth glistening in the sunlight, was the wolf.

The lamb quickly stood upright, ready to defend himself.

The wolf, as cunning as ever, began with the same old trick. “Why are you making the water dirty? Don’t you see that I am drinking here?” he barked.

The lamb, though frightened, gathered courage and answered, “Sir, the water flows from your side to mine. How can I possibly dirty it for you?”

The wolf narrowed his eyes and growled, “Do you remember last year when you spoke ill of me?”

This time, the lamb was clever. He replied, “Sir, that was not me. That was my elder brother. But you already ate him.”

The wolf was taken aback for a moment but quickly regained his fierceness. “It does not matter. You are his brother, and I shall treat you the same way.” He flashed his sharp teeth, crouched low, and prepared to leap.

But the little lamb had been slowly edging toward the riverbank. As soon as the wolf jumped, the lamb leapt sideways with all his might. The wolf, unable to stop himself, flew straight into the river with a loud splash.


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Now, it was the rainy season, and the river was in full flood. The current was strong and wild. The wolf, though powerful, was caught in the raging waters. He tried desperately to swim back to the shore. Again and again, he paddled with his legs, but the water carried him further and further away.

“Help! Help!” the wolf cried, but there was no one to save him. Within moments, the rushing current swept him downstream. He struggled for a little while, then disappeared beneath the waves, never to be seen again.

The little lamb stood safely on the riverbank, breathing heavily but filled with relief. He realized he had outwitted the cruel wolf who had once eaten his brother. With steady steps, he walked back to his home.

“Mother!” he called out as soon as he reached their shelter. “Mother, I have thrown the wolf into the river! He tried to attack me, but I was quick, and he fell into the water. The current carried him away.”

His mother looked at him with wide eyes, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. She rushed forward, embraced him tightly, and kissed his forehead.

“My brave child,” she said with tears of joy, “you have not only saved yourself but have also avenged your brother. I am proud of you.”

The little lamb nestled against his mother, feeling safe and loved. From that day on, he grew up wiser, stronger, and more careful. The story of his courage spread through the meadow, and the other animals admired him.

And so, dear children, the tale teaches us an important lesson: the wicked may plot and deceive, but courage, intelligence, and presence of mind can defeat even the fiercest enemy.