The Wolf and the Kid

There was a cute little kid, who had just grown two horns. It was very happy and felt that it had grown up.

One day, as the sun was setting, the flock, under the protection of the sheepdog, began heading home.

The kid’s mother said to it, “Let’s go home too; it’s getting dark, and we might run into a wolf.”

But the little kid replied, “I want to stay a bit longer. I’ve grown up and can protect myself.”

No matter how much its mother tried to persuade it, the little kid refused to go home.

The mother had no choice but to warn it to be careful and left with the flock.

The little kid happily thought, “I’m grown up now, and I can make my own decisions.”

It ran around joyfully, but suddenly, something felt off.

When it turned around, it saw a wolf sneaking up on it.

Terrified, the little kid started running, but it couldn’t outrun the wolf and was quickly caught.

The poor kid was in despair, but fortunately, being clever, it suddenly had an idea and said, “Mr. Wolf, I know you’re going to eat me, and I can’t escape, but I have one last wish. I’ve heard that you’re very good at playing the flute, the best in the forest. Many come from far away just to hear you play. Before you eat me, could you play me a song?”

The wolf, flattered by the praise, felt a little smug. After all, playing the flute was his favorite thing.

So, he began to play. The little kid seemed to enjoy it, clapping and dancing along, saying, “That sounds amazing! Mr. Wolf, play louder so that everyone in the forest can hear your beautiful music!”

The wolf played louder and louder, until he saw the sheepdog charging toward him like an arrow. It was then that the wolf realized he had been tricked.

The clever little kid had lured him into playing the flute so that the sheepdog could hear the sound.

As the music grew louder, the sheepdog finally heard it and knew it was the wolf who loved playing the flute. It immediately rushed over.

The little kid never dared to be arrogant again. It realized that growing up meant there was still much to learn.



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