Story about kindness: The Hunter Old Wolf’s Two Boots
Little Gray Wolf was very clever, and everyone called him the Gray Wolf Little Elf.
The Gray Wolf Little Elf had an uncle, who was known as Big-Small Eyes Wolf. This was a wolf who loved hunting, and he called himself “Hunter Old Wolf.” He had a pair of hunter’s boots and a shiny rifle.
Whenever he put on the boots and went out hunting, Big-Small Eyes Wolf would always press his face tightly against the gun barrel, squinting one eye while closing the other to aim at his prey—bang! He would fire the gun.
Over time, his eyes became one big and one small, so everyone called him Big-Small Eyes Wolf.
One day, Big-Small Eyes Wolf wanted to go hunting again, but the Gray Wolf Little Elf said to him:
“Uncle, don’t go hunting anymore. Just think about how many birds you’ve killed. The little birds are really pitiful!”
Big-Small Eyes Wolf said, “Nonsense, have you forgotten how delicious the birds taste? Besides, how can a hunter not hunt?”
As he spoke, Big-Small Eyes Wolf took out his hunter’s boots and placed them in front of the door while he went inside to get his rifle.
When Big-Small Eyes Wolf brought out his rifle and just as he slipped his right foot into the boot, he said, “What’s poking my foot?” He turned the boot upside down, and out fell a little bird.
The little bird didn’t fly away; instead, it stayed on his hand.
“What a beautiful little bird,” he said after glancing at it. “Too bad it’s just a toy bird.”
“You say little birds are beautiful,” said the Gray Wolf Little Elf, “but so many bird sisters, bird brothers, bird mothers, and bird fathers have been killed by you. The little birds who lost their loved ones are really pitiful!”
“That’s true, these beautiful little birds are quite pitiful!”
“Then stop shooting birds and let them fly freely!” said the Gray Wolf Little Elf.
“No way,” said Big-Small Eyes Wolf. “I can’t forget the taste of those birds.”
The wolf then tried to put his right foot back into the boot. “What? Something’s poking my foot again!”
He turned the boot upside down, and out rolled a beautiful flower.
“What a lovely flower,” the wolf said as he sniffed it. “But it has no fragrance; it must be a fake flower!”
“Of course it’s a fake flower,” said the Gray Wolf Little Elf. “All the real flowers have been trampled by the hunter’s boots. Besides, the real flowers can’t hear the birds’ joyful songs anymore, so they droop their heads and can’t produce any fragrance!”
“Is that so?”
“Of course! When your gun goes off, not only the little birds and flowers, but everyone gets scared. Bullets don’t have eyes, you know, and you never know who might get hit.”
“Even you?”
“Even me, because when you hunt, others learn from you, and bullets fly all over the forest!”
Big-Small Eyes Wolf was moved by the Gray Wolf Little Elf’s words. He didn’t want the forest to be without the songs of birds, for the flowers to droop their heads, or for everyone to live in fear… so he put away his hunter’s boots and rifle.
The Gray Wolf Little Elf was delighted. He took his uncle into the forest to listen to the birds singing and to see the flowers blooming.
It’s said that after Big-Small Eyes Wolf threw away his hunter’s boots and rifle, his eyes were no longer one big and one small. Whenever he thought about this, he would loudly say to the Little Gray Wolf:
“You really are a kind little elf!”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
