The next day I came to work on my house but to my astonishment it had been completed further than I had remembered. I thought to my self that I had finished that much work but I must have just not remembered from being so tired. Because of the lack of light in the late evening I must've not remembered what it had looked like. I continued to do some of the work and had to redo some of the work. Some of the construction wasn't built the way I would have built it so some of the structure had to be torn down and rebuilt. A few weeks of this went on and I finally finished my house.
On move in day my son and I gathered up all of our stuff and moved everything to our new house. Upon arriving at our new house we saw a ram and his child approach the house. I had thought they were there to greet us into our new house. When we approached the ram and his son, they began to unload a few things and asked us what we thought of their new house. With great confusion I asked "What in the world do you mean? This is our house that I have built for months". He seemed to be very confused and told me the exact same thing! Very confused we realized the work that seemed to be done when the other wasn't around was actually being done by one another. After a few minutes of laughing and coming to a conclusion we decided that we had built the house big enough that all four of us would be able to live together.
After a few months of us living together we were still getting along very well but I became very curious about how the ram was killing his prey to get meat because he had no claws or sharp teeth to kill with. I asked my son, "the next day when we go out to get food as the ram's son how his father kills his prey". After returning from my daily hunt I asked my son if had acquired the answer that I asked of him. He proceeded to show me how the ram would back up before killing his prey and share at them with his horns. I told my son that whenever he sees a ram back up that he must be getting ready to kill.
One evening I was preparing for dinner like I do every evening. I called for my friend and his son to come join my son and I for dinner. When they were approaching the dinner table the ram slipped on the muddy ground and started backing up. I told my son to run for the ram was about to attempt to kill us. Ever since then the ram has lived in the house while we have lived in the forest.
Author's Note
The original story is "The Leopard and the Ram". The story is the exact same except the original is told in the third person style instead of first person. I enjoy writing stories in the first person sense because it seems to give the character whose telling the story more of a personal sense instead of just a character without thought.