在英格蘭西部，靠近繁忙的伯明翰城，有一個寧靜的小鎮，以飼養優雅的英國短毛貓【英国短毛猫（British Shorthair）】聞名。
在這個小鎮上，住著一個名叫維克托的8歲小男孩。他有一雙明亮的眼睛，一頭亂糟糟的棕色頭髮。
維克托是一個活潑好動的孩子，但經常感到孤單，因為他父母和兩個姐姐都忙於工作和學業，很少有時間陪伴他。
為了吸引家人注意，維克托開始在草地上，假裝受傷。 大聲求救，每次這樣做，他的家人最初都會驚慌地，從家裡跑出來， 看他，呵護他。
當家人知道這是他的惡作劇後， 開始還覺得他聰明， 好玩。
隨著時間推移，當維克托的表演一而再， 再而三時， 他的家人開始對他的小把戲感到厭倦，就再也不會上當。在英格蘭西部，靠近繁忙的伯明翰城，有一個寧靜的小鎮，以飼養優雅的英國短毛貓【英国短毛猫（British Shorthair）】聞名。
在這個小鎮上，住著一個名叫維克托的8歲小男孩。他有一雙明亮的眼睛，一頭亂糟糟的棕色頭髮。
維克托是一個活潑好動的孩子，但經常感到孤單，因為他父母和兩個姐姐都忙於工作和學業，很少有時間陪伴他。
為了吸引家人注意，維克托開始在草地上，假裝受傷。 大聲求救，每次這樣做，他的家人最初都會驚慌地，從家裡跑出來， 看他，呵護他。
當家人知道這是他的惡作劇後， 開始還覺得他聰明， 好玩。
隨著時間推移，當維克托的表演一而再， 再而三時， 他的家人開始對他的小把戲感到厭倦，就再也不會上當。
小維克托感到失落， 可是， 他依然重複演出這個戲碼， 因為， 沒有人關心他，。。。。。。。
一個陰霾的秋日，真正的危險悄然降臨。一隻巨大的黑狼，從遠處森林中走出，它餓壞了，出來尋找食物，偶然間發現在村邊玩耍的維克托。
當狼接近時，維克托恐慌地尖叫求救，但這一次，沒有人出來查看，以為又是他的一場惡作劇，。。。。。。
獨自面對這隻兇惡的餓狼，小維克托從開始恐懼， 到拼命抵抗， 用他的小手和大黑狼奮力搏鬥， 可是他的力量太小了， 最後被狼咬住一條腿， 向樹林裡拖去。
在這千鈞一髮之刻， 護林員山姆大叔，也是一位經驗豐富的老獵人，聽到了維克托的呼喊，他跑過來查看， 看到這隻兇惡的餓狼， 正拖著小維克托，往森林裡跑去，山姆大叔立即舉槍瞄準，一槍擊穿它的腦袋，挽救了維克托的生命。
小維克托得救了，但是失去了一條腿，醫生們用盡力氣搶救，想出各種辦法， 也無法為可憐的小維克托， 保住被狼咬過的那條腿。
後來醫生為他裝了假肢， 從慘痛教訓中走過來的維克托， 沒有失去生活的勇氣。 他積極鍛鍊身體， 還在奧林匹克殘運會上， 拿到一百米游泳金牌，世界冠軍。
維克托大學畢業， 回到家鄉，當了一名小學老師， 他常常給年幼的孩子們講這樣一個故事。
在那遙遠又神秘的古老中國， 有一個小男孩， 叫王二小， 每天上山放羊， 他什麼都好， 就是愛撒謊騙人， 求關注，因為他太孤獨了。
有一天， 他突發奇想， 大喊 ： “ 狼來了， 狼來了， 。。。。。。”
結果附近種地的農夫好幾十人， 包括他的爸媽， 聽到喊聲， 都拿著鋤頭，急忙跑來， 結果王二小， 哈哈大笑， 眾人發現受騙， 皆悻悻而去。
王小二覺得好玩， 第二天又舊戲重演， 眾人想想昨日受騙之事， 疑慮又是惡作劇， 就沒人再去理會。 唯有王小二的爸媽， 愛子心切， 仍然前去查看， 結果又把騙。
眾人皆言說： “ 你看他們倆， 這樣的爸媽， 真傻，。。。。。。”
王小二， 重複這個戲碼， 一天又一天，他爸媽還是寧願受騙也去查看， 。。。。。，
一天又一天， 後來連愛子心切的爸媽， 也疲倦了， 懶得再去查看，王二小有點真的失落。
誰也沒想到， 最後那次竟是真的， 狼真的來了， 大家， 連他的爸媽， 也真沒人再去理會他了， 可憐的小男孩王二小， 真的被狼吃了， 。。。。。。。
王二小的爸媽後悔死了， 。。。。。。“
老師的故事， 讓孩子們實在是印象深刻， 對老師最後的結論，【做人， 要誠實，千萬不要騙人】，深信不疑， 否則害人害己，有的小女孩， 嚇哭了， 她們可憐那個遠在萬里之外的小男孩， 王二小，。。。。。
維克托， 從來沒給孩子們講過， 他自己發生過什麼事，也從不讓孩子們看他那條假腿，。。。。。
孩子們， 從來也沒懷疑過， 他們的老師， 其實就是那個在遙遠中國， 那個叫王二小的小男孩， 也從來沒想過， 他們熱愛的老師， 有一條假腿， 。。。。。
因為老師走路比好人還快， 怎麼可能會有假腿 ？
（全文完）In western England, near the bustling city of Birmingham, there lies a quiet town known for breeding elegant British Shorthair cats.
In this town lived an eight-year-old boy named Viktor. He had bright eyes and a head of messy brown hair.
Viktor was lively and energetic, yet often felt lonely. His parents and two older sisters were always occupied with work and studies, leaving little time for him.
To gain their attention, Viktor began staging small dramas. On the grass outside, he would pretend to be injured, crying out loudly for help. Each time, his family would rush out in alarm, tending to him with concern.
At first, when they discovered it was a trick, they found it amusing—even clever.
But as the performances repeated again and again, their patience wore thin. Eventually, they stopped responding.In western England, near the bustling city of Birmingham, there lies a quiet town known for breeding elegant British Shorthair cats.
In this town lived an eight-year-old boy named Viktor. He had bright eyes and a head of messy brown hair.
Viktor was lively and energetic, yet often felt lonely. His parents and two older sisters were always occupied with work and studies, leaving little time for him.
To gain their attention, Viktor began staging small dramas. On the grass outside, he would pretend to be injured, crying out loudly for help. Each time, his family would rush out in alarm, tending to him with concern.
At first, when they discovered it was a trick, they found it amusing—even clever.
But as the performances repeated again and again, their patience wore thin. Eventually, they stopped responding.
Viktor felt hurt and abandoned.
Yet he continued the act.
Because no one cared.
One gloomy autumn day, real danger arrived.
A large black wolf emerged from the distant forest, starving, searching for food. By chance, it noticed Viktor playing alone near the edge of the village.
As the wolf approached, Viktor screamed in terror.
But this time, no one came.
They thought it was just another of his tricks.
Facing the ferocious animal alone, Viktor’s fear turned into desperate resistance. With his small hands, he fought against the wolf with all his strength.
But he was too weak.
The wolf seized his leg and began dragging him toward the forest.
At that critical moment, Ranger Sam—an experienced woodsman and hunter—heard Viktor’s cries. He rushed over and saw the wolf dragging the boy away.
Without hesitation, he raised his rifle and fired.
The bullet struck the wolf through the head, saving Viktor’s life.
Viktor survived.
But he lost a leg.
Doctors did everything they could, but there was no way to save it.
Later, he was fitted with a prosthetic limb.
From that painful lesson, Viktor did not lose his courage. He trained hard, rebuilding his strength.
In time, he won a gold medal in the 100-meter swimming event at the Paralympic Games—a world champion.
After graduating from university, Viktor returned to his hometown and became a primary school teacher.
He often told his students a story.
“In a distant and ancient land called China,” he would begin, “there was a little boy named Wang Erxiao. Every day, he went up the mountain to tend sheep. He was a good child—except for one thing. He liked to lie, to trick others, to gain attention. Because he was lonely.”
“One day, he shouted: ‘The wolf is coming! The wolf is coming!’”
Farmers working nearby—including his parents—dropped their tools and ran to help him.
But it was a lie.
Wang Erxiao laughed, and the villagers left in frustration.
The next day, he did it again.
This time, most people did not come. Only his parents, unable to ignore their son, rushed over—only to be deceived once more.
People mocked them.
“Look at those parents—so foolish.”
Day after day, the boy repeated the same trick.
Day after day, his parents continued to respond—willing to be deceived, simply out of love.
Until one day, even they grew tired.
They stopped coming.
No one expected that on the final day, it would be real.
The wolf truly came.
No one responded—not even his parents.
And the poor boy, Wang Erxiao, was devoured.
His parents were filled with regret…”
The children listened, deeply moved.
They believed in the teacher’s conclusion:
“To be a good person, one must be honest. Never deceive others—or you may harm both others and yourself.”
Some of the girls even cried, feeling sorrow for the distant boy in that faraway land.
Viktor never told them what had happened to him.
He never showed them his prosthetic leg.
The children never suspected.
They never imagined that their teacher—the one they admired so much—was, in truth, that same boy in the story.
Nor did they ever think that their teacher had only one real leg.
After all，
He walked faster than anyone else.
How could he possibly have a prosthetic limb?
（ The end )
