When the Princess Rescued the Prince - fantasyREADERS
When the Princess Rescued the Prince - fantasyREADERS
When the Princess Rescued the Prince - fantasyREADERS
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The Little Bro<strong>the</strong>r Who Cried “Wolf!”<br />
As in Aesop’s fable, <strong>the</strong> little boy raises false<br />
alarms, and so <strong>the</strong> villagers will not come to help<br />
when a real wolf arrives.<br />
So Hans ran down to <strong>the</strong> village and cried: “Wolf,<br />
wolf! A wolf is at <strong>the</strong> sheepfold! Come everyone and help<br />
us! Wolf, wolf!”<br />
But <strong>the</strong> villagers just said: “Ho-hum. You have cried<br />
‘Wolf’ too many times.” And <strong>the</strong>y shook <strong>the</strong>ir brooms at<br />
Hans, and would not come out of <strong>the</strong>ir warm houses at all.<br />
So Hans had to climb back up <strong>the</strong> trail alone.<br />
While he was gone, Griselda had jumped down to <strong>the</strong><br />
fence and was holding <strong>the</strong> break toge<strong>the</strong>r, shouting at <strong>the</strong><br />
sheep to stay in <strong>the</strong> fold and <strong>the</strong> wolf to go away.<br />
Toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> children kept <strong>the</strong> wolf away through <strong>the</strong><br />
night, and next morning <strong>the</strong>y repaired <strong>the</strong> fence (as best<br />
<strong>the</strong>y could, for <strong>the</strong> villagers would no longer help <strong>the</strong>m).<br />
So after this <strong>the</strong> wolf came every night, knowing that<br />
sooner or later he could get past <strong>the</strong> children, or panic <strong>the</strong><br />
sheep and drive <strong>the</strong>m out of <strong>the</strong> fold. Every night it was<br />
harder to shout him away, and every day <strong>the</strong> children<br />
grew more weary; and at last an old owl who lived in a<br />
tree by <strong>the</strong> sheepfold began to complain of <strong>the</strong> noise.<br />
“You, you, you two–” called <strong>the</strong> owl. “Why do you two<br />
not do something more wise?”<br />
Griselda sighed. “I’m sorry about <strong>the</strong> noise. What<br />
would be wise?”