Once, in a quiet village nestled between hills, there lived a boy named Luka. Like many before him, he was tasked with watching over the village’s flock of sheep. The villagers often teased him for his wild imagination, as Luka loved to tell stories of mythical creatures and dangers that lurked in the woods.

One afternoon, while daydreaming by the hillside, Luka saw a shadow dart between the trees. A wolf—its eyes gleaming with hunger—emerged. Panicked, Luka ran to the village, shouting, “Wolf! There’s a wolf in the woods!” The villagers, tired of his tales, laughed and waved him off.

Days passed, and each time Luka saw the wolf near the flock, he rushed to warn the villagers. But every time they checked, the wolf had vanished into the trees. His warnings were met with shrugs and dismissive chuckles. “It’s just another one of Luka’s stories,” they would say.

Then, one moonless night, a terrible howl echoed through the valley. Luka stood by the edge of the woods, watching as the wolf emerged again—this time with a pack behind it. Their eyes gleamed, and their hunger was real. With trembling hands, Luka ran to the village, pleading for them to believe him.

The villagers hesitated, remembering his warnings. But this time, something in Luka’s eyes made them pause. Grabbing torches and tools, they rushed to the hillside, where the wolves were circling the flock. Together, the villagers chased the pack away, saving the sheep just in time.

From that day on, they listened to Luka more closely, realizing that even in the wildest stories, there could be a glimmer of truth.