Suddenly she wanted to cry, to lie down on the bed and sob endlessly. He hadn't changed, nothing had changed, and she had been a fool, a stupid, conceited, silly fool, thinking he loved her.
I remember when we, in the class and we were practicing that when you were speaking at times kind of giving almost memorized answers and ideas and then sometimes you shifted and just relaxed and became yourself.
So the story goes: at the first two false alarms the boy gave, people in the village got fooled, and consequently no one came when the real wolf was approaching him however hard he cried for help.