"The Boy That Cried Wolf"

I was about  5 years's old.  We lived in St. Clair , Michigan- on 8th and Jay.  I was going to see

Chuckie Eggars.

I was cutting through  Mr. Wilson's  back yard.  I climbed the picket fence.  When I jumped to the other

side my over-all's strap caught on one of the pickets.  I couldn't reach the strap and get un-hooked.

I started yelling, "Help!"  No one came.  I was hoping that Mr. Wilson didn't  hear me because he

was a mean old man.  I was hoping Mom would come.  I yelled and yelled.  Finally my mother came

and un-hooked me  and got me down..   Then she told me the story of the boy that  would yell,

"Wolf!" and everyone would run out their doors of their house to rescue the Boy.  But the Boy was

teasing,- kidding, -lying.  There was no wolf.  When everyone came running to his rescue --

He laughed and laughed.

And and rolled on the ground laughing.

 One day there really was a wolf.   The boy

yelled and yelled.   "Wolf ! Wolf!"  But no one believed  him.  No one came to his rescue.  The boy

 has never been seen again.  Neither hide nor hair.  The boy's name was John Theadore Republican.