Lambert the Sheepish Lion

Narrator:
[after Lambert defeats the wolf] Lambert's mother is so proud, and the sheep have changed their tune.

Mr. Stork:
[looks at his invoice after discovering that he has brough a baby lion to a small sheep pasture] Lambert? But that's no lamb at all. Lambert is a lion! South Africa? Oh, goodness me! I've got to do some flying... [runs over to the flock] Come, Lambert! Uh, pardon me. I beg your pardon... [steps over the other ewes] Sorry, sorry! Oh, uh [laughs] Mrs. Sheep? [Lambert plays with her bell] I'm afraid there's been a slight bungle, heh heh. [picks up Lambert] I'll take that vicious little brute and drop him in the jungle. [as he ties Lambert up in his sack, Mrs. Sheep rams him from behind] [in the air] Well, goodness. Heavens to Betsy! All right, let her have it. Let her have anything she wants, for heaven's sake. [flies away] I'm only a delivery service. That's all.

Narrator:
Time changes everything. The little spring lambs were sheep by fall. And Lambert's ma, oh, was she proud of him! Because she had the *biggest* sheep, or - ewe, or lamb, or whatever - isn't he huge?

[last lines]

Narrator:
Ah, incidently, don't worry about that hungry wolf. He has a place to cling; he won't starve. Because that bush has berries every spring.

Mr. Stork:
Here we are, now. Please don't crowd each other. Pick out the ewe that you like best, and she will be your mother.

Narrator:
But when he saw this gruesome sight...

Mrs. Sheep:
Laaambert!

Narrator:
And heard his mother crying...

Mrs. Sheep:
Laaambert!

Narrator:
Something *snapped* inside of him. [a zapping noise emits from Lambert, thus turning him belligerent] He was a raging lion!