One day, the boy wanted to play a joke on the villagers and make trouble for them to have fun. So he ran to the village and shouted desperately: "The wolf is coming, the wolf is coming. Help! The wolf is eating my sheep! "
Good villagers heard the shouts, put down their farm work and rushed up to fight wolves with sticks and axes. But they didn't find the wolf, so they went back, leaving only the children herding sheep to laugh at their panting.
He thinks it's interesting. The next day, the boy shouted, "the wolf is coming, the wolf is coming." Help! The wolf is eating my sheep! " People came again, but not as much as the first time. They still didn't see the wolf's shadow, so they shook their heads and went back.
On the third day, the wolf really came, broke into the sheep and began to eat them. The boy was frightened and shouted, "Help! Help! The wolf is coming! The wolf is coming! "
The villagers heard his cry, but they thought the shepherd boy might be playing some tricks again. No one noticed him, and no one came near him.