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In the shadow of a misty mountain village, there once lived a small, fluffy dog named Dou Dou. Dou Dou had a terrible habit—not of biting, not of barking at the moon, but of telling lies.

Dou Dou laughed. “That’s just a story for puppies,” he thought. shuo huang de xiao gou hui bei chi diao de 1

Then one winter night, a real wolf crept down from the hills. Dou Dou saw its yellow eyes gleaming behind the cabbage shed. He opened his mouth to scream—but nothing came out. Because he had told so many lies, his bark had become a whisper, and his warning sounded just like another trick. In the shadow of a misty mountain village,

Each lie made Dou Dou’s tail wag a little faster. But the old village grandmother warned him with a crooked smile: “Shuo huang de xiao gou hui bei chi diao de.” (“The lying little dog will be eaten.”) “That’s just a story for puppies,” he thought

“A tiger stole my bone!” he’d cry. The villagers would rush out with torches. No tiger. “A hawk took my collar!” he’d whimper. The farmers scanned the skies. No hawk.

No one came.