Sidero Yparraguirre: The Boy Who Cried Wolf - And Was Right

By Sidero Yparraguirre

I was five years old when I first saw the wolf. I was playing in the woods behind my house when I heard a noise in the bushes. I looked up and saw a pair of glowing green eyes staring at me.

I froze. I knew what it was. It was a wolf.

I started to back away slowly, but the wolf just kept staring at me. I could feel its breath on my neck. I knew that if I turned and ran, it would chase me down. So I just kept backing away, until I tripped and fell.

The wolf was on me in an instant. It pinned me to the ground and bared its teeth. I closed my eyes and waited for the end.

But then I heard a voice. "Sidero! Sidero!"

I opened my eyes and saw my father running towards me. He had a stick in his hand and he was shouting at the wolf.

The wolf looked at my father and then at me. It growled and then ran away into the woods.

My father helped me to my feet and hugged me tightly. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm okay," I said. "But there was a wolf."

"I know," my father said. "I saw it. It was a big one."

We walked back to the house together, and I told my mother what had happened. She was scared, but she was also proud of me for being so brave.

The next day, I went back to the woods with my father. We wanted to see if the wolf was still there.

We didn't see the wolf, but we did find its tracks. It was a big wolf, just like my father had said.

I knew that I had been lucky to escape. If my father hadn't come when he did, I would have been killed.

But I also knew that the wolf was still out there. It could come back at any time.

I told everyone what had happened, but no one believed me. They said that I was just making it up. They said that there were no wolves in the woods.

But I knew better. I had seen the wolf. And I knew that it would be back.

A few weeks later, the wolf came back. It attacked a group of children who were playing in the woods.

The children were badly injured, and one of them died.

After that, people finally started to believe me.

They realized that I had been telling the truth all along. And they realized that the wolf was a real danger.

The wolf was eventually killed by a hunter. But I never forgot what it had done.

I knew that I had been lucky to escape. And I knew that I had a responsibility to warn others about the wolf.

I have told my story to many people over the years. And I have helped to save many lives.

I am Sidero Yparraguirre, and I am the boy who cried wolf - and was right.

Moral of the story:

Don't be afraid to speak up, even if you think no one will believe you.

If you see something wrong, say something.

You never know when you might save a life.