Once upon a time, in the mountains there was a village, and in the village there was a boy, the son of a mayor. He was a mischievous, little boy who always played pranks on the townspeople. He dropped water on the blacksmith, gave his teacher an apple with a worm inside, and even scared the horses of an important diplomat.
The horses ran away, and the diplomat scolded the mayor, “Teach that boy some manners for crying out loud.” The mayor scolded his son for all his mischievous pranks, but the boy wouldn’t listen.
Instead one day, the boy decided to pull a prank on the shepherd. He stole a piece of sheepskin from a tanner and pretended to be a lost sheep. When the shepherd would come, he would think he lost his sheep, and when he would reach out to grab him, the boy would jump up and scare him. He waited at the village edge, but the shepherd never came.
Once upon a time, there was a hungry wolf who found a lost sheep at the village edge. “Thank you God for this sheep You provided me for supper,” the wolf prayed, and he pounced and ate the lost, little sheep. “Hmm,” he thought to himself, “tastes like a mischievous, little boy.”
When the night was nearing, the mayor was worrying about his son. The whole town went looking for him, but they only found his tattered clothes with blood and shreds of sheepskin. The mayor said, “My son, did I not tell you to not play pranks any more. But now, you tried to play a prank but got eaten by a wolf instead. O my son, why didn’t you listen to me.”
