The Sheep In Wolves Clothing

They were on the Dublin Express heading out of the city looking for some peace of mind from the stresses that were bringing them down in their studies. Taking advantage of a three day weekend break George and Ross were looking to photograph the wilderness on the Emerald Isle.

When the train came to a complete stop in what was a village the pair picked up the baggage that they were traveling with upon leaving the corporate owned railroad transportation.

“This place is breath taking,” George stated.

“Yes I am glad I chose it to do our class project,” Ross replied checking his camera to make sure it had film.

“That is right Ross boss you selected this place. “

Upon leaving the one room outpost that greeted visitors from all over the world the two students walked down the cobblestones to the main road that defined the village. It was like the community was straight out of an American wild west town despite its European image.

“There it is Irish Wildlife Tours,” Ross pointed out and George responded to his observation by following him inside the establishment. Going straight to the ticket booth where a man in Irish military clothing was standing at attention the pair was certain this was the excursion they wanted to try.

“Excuse me,” Ross inquired.

“I am the Irish Colonel,” was the quick and to the point reply.

“Can I have two tickets for the next tour,”

“You sure can but the next tour features, the sheep in wolves clothing.”

“That sounds interesting,” Ross was starting to be like a tourist handing over his credit card.

In return entry was given to see the sheep in wolves clothing and the two learners of higher education seemed very excited. “We are ready to go are you?” The Colonel wanted to know.

“Sure,” was the response and the group headed to the pickup truck that seemed to be out of a Midwestern town. “You two should ride in the back,” the Colonel suggested hopping into the driver’s seat while the passenger side was occupied by a German Shepard with an evil growl.

Taking back by the angry greeting Ross and George fears were soothed when the Irish Colonel mentioned, “His name is Sue,” he let the two know, “he’s fine and once he gets to know you he goes Dupree.”

“Dupree?” George asked, “Clingy,” the Colonel made the message clear.

It was quite nice riding in the back of the pick-up truck and the two could hear what was going on the inside since the Irish Colonel purposely left the small window open. While Ross was adjusting his lens, George enjoyed the breeze that came through the outdoor ride.

“Blasphemy,” the Irish Colonel told the dog, “they are from the city for one thing and studying all that book stuff that is just wrong. Odds on favorite I tell ya we will have a good supper tonight.”

Sue let out a nice bark in agreement as the Irish Colonel made a turn into the establishment that had the sheep in wolves clothing. Parking in the designated tour spot the Irish Colonel stepped out and Sue followed, “Wow! here we are you two, Ross right, if you go up the stairs to the bedroom the view is great to take pictures of all the sheep who are grazing in the field, enjoying God’s gift.”

Ross thanked him for the suggestion but when the spiritual reference was made he seemed a little uncomfortable. When they went inside the three could hear a scream from the small living room, “It’s first and three!!” the female voice could be heard throughout the house, “I knew he clipped him.”

“What time is it?” Ross asked his friend.

“Almost noon,” George answered looking at his watch set to European time, “lunch you know.”

“I did not think they played football before dawn.” Ross had an eerie feeling about this time and the place they were visiting.

“Do you two want something to drink?” The Colonel mentioned with a question, “you did pay for it,”

“Sure,” the two said in unison taking the Irish spirit in stride. While they were sipping the refreshment, they heard another scream, “touchdown Jesus” and out of nowhere a beautiful Irish girl appeared in the entry.

“Hi,” she said in bare feet wearing a football jersey over her shorts, “you guys from the states?” She sounded excited. “Yes,” Ross stated, “we are exchange students at the University in Dublin.”

“Wow, educated boys,” she snickered, “so do you think they are going to figure out that Watergate thing? Or is it just water under the bridge?”

Ross listened thinking that was just a joke and happened last century. After finishing the drink and decided it was time to get the job done and he proceeded up the stairs to the bedroom.

“Would you like something to eat, George?” Ross heard while creeping up the stairs.

It was true when Ross found the room the window was a picture post card to Irish wild life. Sheep were all over the fields peacefully grazing. Taking his camera out the clicks did not stop until a thump was heard from downstairs. Ross stopped for a moment only to continue to click away.

Now he was memorized and so focus on the job the young lady’s entry into the bedroom could not have been heard and she snuck up from behind him. With a knife Ross’ throat was slashed and the young lass watched the body fall to the ground.

A few seconds later the Irish Colonel approached the room where his daughter was mopping up the blood. “It was George’s folly,” that did him in the Colonel confessed to his daughter, “my point exactly,” was her response.

Taking the offspring into a loving hug the Irish Colonel commended the military kid, “max, ko as the Americans would say.”

“Yes Father,” she replied, “and the lamb of god took away the sins of the world.”

And the colonel joined in, “have mercy on them.”

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