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Once upon a time, there was a shepherd boy 

who lived with his father. They lived on the top 

of a sunny hill near the edge of the forest, 

overlooking the village. Each day, the boy and 

his father would go out into the field and tend 

to their sheep, making sure they had enough 

grass to eat and didn't wander too close to the 

forest.  

One day the father said to the boy, "Son, I must 

travel to the city to sell our wool. I will be gone 

three days and three nights."

"But father," replied the boy, "Can't   I come, 

too?" 

"No," said the father, "You must stay behind 

and protect our sheep from the wolves in the 

forest. If you have trouble while I'm away, call 

for the townspeople who will come and help 

you." 

The next morning, the father prepared to leave. 

The boy was not happy to stay behind, but 

wished his father a safe journey and went out to 

watch the sheep. After a few hours, however, the 

boy began to grow bored. There was nobody to 

talk to, and nobody to play with.

He tried playing hide-and-seek and tag with the 

sheep, but they weren't interested. They only ate 

the grass and sometimes said "baaaaaaaah" to 

each other. 

Boring, boring, boring thought the little boy. 

Then he had an idea. He stood at the top of the 

hill and with all of his might, he yelled "Wolf, 

Wolf, Woooooooooooolf" down towards the 

village. 

Within a few minutes, several of the 

townspeople came running up the hill to help. 

But when they arrived, of course there was no 

wolf. 

The boy thought this was very funny to see 

everyone tired and out of breath. He laughed 

out loud at how silly everyone looked. 

The baker -- who was a bit roly-poly -- was 

especially tired. "Where is the wolf?" he asked.

"He must have run away," laughed the boy.

"Run away? Are you sure there was a wolf?" '

"Oh yes," the boy chuckled, "I'm quite sure." 

The baker and the townspeople looked around 

the house, the field and the edge of the forest, 

but of course they could find no wolf, and so 

returned to the village. 

The next day, the boy went out into the field 

again. Unable to control his boredom with 

sheep tending, he decided to try his trick again. 

"Wolf, Wolf, Woooooooooooolf," he cried. 

Again, several of the townspeople came 

running up the hill, this time even faster than 

before. When they arrived, of course there was 

no wolf, and everyone was tired. The boy 

thought this was hilarious, and laughed and 

laughed. 

The blacksmith -- who was still carrying his 

hammer and tongs -- was especially tired. 

"Where is the wolf?" he asked.

"He must have run away," laughed the boy.

"Run away? Are you sure there was a wolf?" '

"Oh yes," laughed the boy, "I'm quite sure." 

So the blacksmith, the baker, and the rest of the 

townspeople looked all around the house twice, 

all over the field and the edge of the forest, but 

of course they could find no wolf. They became 

frustrated and so returned to the village. 

On the third day, the boy went out into the field 

again. He thought that maybe the townspeople 

were beginning to guess his trick, and he 

thought better of trying it again. 

But by the afternoon, he could not resist any 

longer.   Perhaps he would try it just one more 

time. He stood at the top of the hill and yelled 

"Wolf, Wolf, Woooooooooooolf" down towards 

the village.

As before, several of the townspeople came 

running up the hill. When they arrived, of 

course there was no wolf, and everyone was 

exhausted -- and angry.

The butcher -- who was still carrying a ham under his 

arms -- was especially tired. 

"Where is the wolf?" he asked.

"He must have run away," laughed the boy.

"Run away? Are you sure there was a wolf?" '

"Oh yes," laughed the boy, "I'm quite sure." 

So the butcher, the blacksmith, the baker, and the rest 

of the townspeople looked all around the house three 

times, all over the field and even went a ways into the 

forest, but of course they could find no wolf. Now they 

were very angry.

"There is no wolf," they cried. "You lied to us! Where 

is your father?"

Seeing how angry the townspeople were, the boy was 

no longer laughing, but quite scared. He ran into the 

house and locked the door. The townspeople banged 

on the door, but he would not let them in. After 

awhile, they returned to the village. 

The boy came out of the house and returned to the 

field. He decided that it wasn't a good idea to play the 

trick anymore, and went back to tending sheep. But 

all was not well.

Deep in the forest, the smell of the butcher's 

freshly cooked ham reached the nose of a 

sleeping wolf.   "A delicious piece of meat!" 

thought the wolf, waking in hunger. "I must 

find it at once." And so the wolf set out in 

search of the source of the wonderful smell.

The next morning, the boy and the sheep 

ventured out to the meadow. The boy was 

happy that his father would be returning later 

that day, and whistled as he and the sheep 

walked to the field. He watched the sheep until 

at last   he became tired and lay down to take an 

afternoon nap.

Suddenly he awoke to the sound of scared 

sheep, bleating, "BAAAAH BAAAAH BAAAAH!" 

The wolf had come while the boy was napping 

and, unable to find the ham, had instead 

decided to steal a sheep. 

There was no time to lose. The boy jumped to 

the top of the hill and yelled "Wolf, Wolf, 

Woooooooooooolf" down towards the village. 

Several moments passed , but he could see no 

people coming. Meanwhile, the wolf had 

chosen the fattest sheep he could find.

"Wolf, Wolf, Woooooooooooolf," cried the boy again, 

but still he could see nobody coming. By now the wolf 

had grabbed the sheep and was heading for the edge 

of the forest. 

One last time, "Wolf, Wolf, Woooooooooooolf," cried 

the boy. Finally he could see a single person coming 

up the hill. But by then it was too late. The wolf had 

already disappeared into the forest with the sheep. 

The boy realized that the man climbing the hill was 

his father, and began to cry. Finally as the father 

reached the top of the hill, the boy could see that he 

was angry. 

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