![]() ![]() Now the wolf, savage as wolves always are, could not help having just a spark of pity for the tiny barefoot shepherd who played his pipe so sweetly, therefore he said kindly, 'Could I do anything for you, little boy, after I've eaten you?' Wolf, I asked my Auntie, and she says you are to eat me.' Then he laid aside his pipe, and, going up to the savage beast, said, 'Oh, if you please, Mr. On his shepherd's pipe until the great big wolf appeared. ![]() So next morning the little boy drove his flock out into the pathless plain, and blew away cheerfully Then his Auntie looked at the wee little shepherd, and at the fat flock, and said sharply, 'Which shall it be?–why, you, of course!' So all day long he piped away on his tiny pipe, and in the evening, when he brought the flock home, he went to his Auntie and said, 'Auntie dear, a great big wolf asked me to-day if he should eat me, or your sheep. Then the little boy answered politely, 'I don't know, Mr. All day long the little fellow wandered barefoot through the pathless plain, tending his flock, and playing his tiny shepherd's pipe from morn till eve.īut one day came a great big wolf, and looked hungrily at the small shepherd and his fat sheep, saying, 'Little boy! shall I eat you or your sheep?' NCE upon a time there was a little boy who lost his parents so he went to live with his Auntie, and she set him to herd sheep. London & New York: Macmillan and Co., 1894. "Little Anklebone." by Flora Annie Steel (1847-1929)įrom: Tales of the Punjab (1894) by Flora Annie Steel. ![]()
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