Syaoran sat angrily on his haunches, quietly observing a familiar event occur. The shepherd boy had cried wolf once again. He had made it a habit to play a mean trick at least once a month, and occasionally Syaoran would drop by and watch an entertaining scene unfold. You see, Syaoran held a special fondness for funny little boys so in return for a good laugh Syaoran would not eat or bother the shepherd's sheep. Not this time however.
The boy had cried, "wolf" far too many times. At first, Syaoran had feared that one of his sisters had found his human. He had run off from a tasty snack only to realize that he could not smell the distinctive odor of his relations. Even after his discovery, he discreetly approached the sheep's grazing area. A crowd of concerned men and women stood before a laughing boy. Angered by the insolent child's lack of consideration, Syaoran returned to his meal. Things seemed to settle down, but the sheepherder grew bored. During the day he had cried for help not once, not twice, but three times interrupting Syaoran's noon nap.
By this point, the wolf had his fill of tricks and jokes. While the boy had his back turned, Syaoran crept into the field and let loose a string of wild calls. Sheep scattered in all directions. The boy cried wolf once more, but no one came. Tears dripped down his face, and all Syaoran could do was laugh. No one deserved to be played a fool. It was something a wolf eventually came to understand...
AN:
I thought about doing this for a little while. I'm still thinking about it. I feel evil because this is something I wrote before with a bit of adjustments. I didn't want to write such a short thing and leave it like it was so I decided that I had to do something with it. The next chapter is slightly longer and will start off the real story. It takes place a year before this one.
