Jester-shepherd lived a cheerful shepherd. He lived in a quiet village. All the time he joked and bored everyone. The main duty of the shepherd is not only to take care of the sheep, but also to protect them and, in general, to guard the village from the wolves while on loury, he constantly joked: "Wolves! Wolves, brothers! ". At first all believed and ran to his cry. But discovering that everything is in order, they sighed sighing, scolded the shepherd. And he only laughed fervently. And people continued jokes about the wolves a month for sure. All noriadalis. And now, on one gloomy day, when the shepherd was walking with the herd, he heard a malicious growl behind the bushes. They were wolves. The shepherd cried out as loudly as he could: "Wolves! Wolves, brothers People are tired of his jokes, no one has paid attention to the sincere cries of nastukha. His wolves were torn. And the herd has not since ... jokes are good. But you always need to know the measure. After all, when you joke with lies, no one will later believe you.