Once upon a Cloze (1): WolftimedrinkmonthswatertyrantyounamesLamb JXUwMDJjJXUwMDFkJXUwMDA0JXUwMDA4 a Wolf was lapping at a spring on a hillside, when, looking up, what should he see but a Lamb just beginning to Cloze (2): WolftimedrinkmonthswatertyrantyounamesLamb JXUwMDNjJXUwMDE2JXUwMDFiJXUwMDA3JXUwMDA1 a little lower down. "There's my supper,"  he thought, "if I could only find some excuse to capture it." Then he called out to the Lamb, "How dare you muddle the Cloze (3): WolftimedrinkmonthswatertyrantyounamesLamb JXUwMDJmJXUwMDE2JXUwMDE1JXUwMDExJXUwMDE3 from which I am drinking?"

"Nouu, master, nouuu," said the lamb; "if the water is muddy up there, I cannot be the cause of it, for it runs down from Cloze (4): WolftimedrinkmonthswatertyrantyounamesLamb JXUwMDIxJXUwMDE2JXUwMDFh to me."

"Well, then," said the Wolf, "why did you call me bad Cloze (5): WolftimedrinkmonthswatertyrantyounamesLamb JXUwMDM2JXUwMDBmJXUwMDBjJXUwMDA4JXUwMDE2 two years ago?"

"That cannot be," said the Lamb; "I am only six Cloze (6): WolftimedrinkmonthswatertyrantyounamesLamb JXUwMDM1JXUwMDAyJXUwMDAxJXUwMDFhJXUwMDFjJXUwMDFi old."

"I don't care," said the Cloze (7): WolftimedrinkmonthswatertyrantyounamesLamb JXUwMDBmJXUwMDM4JXUwMDAzJXUwMDBh ; "if it was not you it was your father;" and with that he rushed upon the poor little Cloze (8): WolftimedrinkmonthswatertyrantyounamesLamb JXUwMDE0JXUwMDJkJXUwMDBjJXUwMDBm and ate her all up. But before she died she gasped out:

"Any excuse will serve a Cloze (9): WolftimedrinkmonthswatertyrantyounamesLamb JXUwMDJjJXUwMDBkJXUwMDBiJXUwMDEzJXUwMDBmJXUwMDFh ."