The Boy who cried $%&@

I’m sure many of us read or had read to us the tale of The Boy Who Cried Wolf.


A boy called Peter lived with his parents in a village on the hillside. His parents, like most of the other people in the village, were sheep farmers. Everybody in the village took turns to look after the sheep, and when Peter was 10 years old, he was considered old enough to take his turn at shepherding.

But Peter was too easily bored, and he found it very tiresome being on the hillside with only sheep for company. So he’d find ways to amuse himself, running up rocks, climbing trees, chasing sheep, but nothing really kept him amused for very long. Then he hit upon a brilliant idea. He climbed to the top of the tallest tree, and started shouting towards the village: “Wolf! Wolf! Wooolf! Woohoolf!”

One of the villagers heard him, and got all the other men together, and armed with axes, hoes and forks, they ran out of the village to chase away the wolf and save their herd. Of course when they got there, they merely found Peter perched high up in his tree, laughing, and the sheep grazing peacefully. They were very annoyed with him. That night Peter got a spanking from his mother and was sent to bed without any supper.

For a while life went on again as normal, and people forgot about the incident. Peter managed to behave himself whenever it was his turn to mind the sheep. Until one day, he got really bored again. He picked up some sticks, and running through where the sheep were grazing, he started hitting the sticks together, and shouting: “Wolf! Wolf! Wooolf! Woohoolf! Woohoohoooolf!”

Sure enough, somebody in the village heard and before long the men all come running up the hill armed with their sticks and axes and hoes and shovels, ready to chase away the big bad wolf, and save their sheep and the poor shepherd boy. Imagine their consternation when they arrived in the field to see their herd grazing peacefully, and Peter sitting on a big rock, laughing uncontrollably.

That night Peter got a good telling off, an even better spanking from his mother, and was again sent to bed without any supper. For a few days people in the village went around moaning about Peter and his tricks, but before long things settled down again, and life resumed its normal uneventful course, and Peter had to do his turn at shepherding again every now and then. He decided he should behave himself, he really didn’t want to upset everybody all the time, and he especially didn’t want another one of his mother’s spankings!

Then, one afternoon when Peter was in the fields with the sheep, he noticed some of them were getting nervous, they started bleating and running hither and thither. Peter didn’t know what was the cause of this strange behavior, sheep were running all over and making an ever louder racket. He got worried and decided to climb a tree so he could see what was going on. He balanced on a sturdy branch and looked around, what he saw almost made him fall out of the tree. There was a great big hairy wolf, chasing the sheep, biting at their legs, snapping at their tails. For a few seconds Peter was speechless. Then he started shouting: “Woolf! Woolof! Woohoohooloof!”

In the village an old man heard the shouting. “Oh no, not that Peter again”, he said, shaking his head. “What’s going on?” enquired another villager. “It’s that Peter again, he just can’t help himself”.

“That boy needs to be the centre of attention all the time”, said another. “Wait till his mother gets a hold of him”, added yet another. Nobody believed that this time there really was a wolf, and nobody got their hoe out, or their axe, or their shovel. All the sticks were left in the sheds and nobody rushed up the hillside. It wasn’t until very much later that afternoon, that the boy sent to take over the shepherding from Peter found dead sheep’s bodies strewn all over the hillside, and Peter still up there in his tree, whimpering, that the villagers found out there really had been a wolf this time.

At last Peter learnt his lesson, that if you always tell lies, people will eventually stop believing you; and then when you’re telling the truth for a change, when you really need them to believe you, they won’t.


I mentioned yesterday that I stopped reading a persons blog post because they used vulgar terms in describing something.  I am not a prude.  I have let out an expletive a few times in my life such as the time I hit my thumb squarely with a hammer working on a deck.  I may have been quite angry to have actually written something using a word in over 500 blog posts.  But I have always felt that it was not needed to use terms or phrases in the course of a normal conversation.  And the tale from above to me also has another lesson, that if you always use vulgar language, people will stop listening and reading what you write, and when you really need them to listen, they won’t, because they have stopped listening to what you write.

I was reading a blogger recently, and he had some comments about something that seemed to me to be very insightful.  You can find the blog post here .

This part stuck with me.

Well, sometimes, when you’re in a relationship with someone who constantly belittles you and cuts you off mid-sentence and marginalizes your concerns and calls you names and laughs at your choices and treats you like a lessor human being, you stop fighting back and just check out of the relationship. You smile and shake your head dutifully and stop listening to pretty much everything they have to say. Then, you stop caring what happens to them. You lose your empathy for their well-being, because you know in your heart they have absolutely no empathy for yours.

And it is so true.  Every day I read opinions of people.  They express their opinions on what they feel is right, and how we should agree with them about their view, and if we feel differently?  We are closed minded, not looking at the world view, we don’t care about justice, or what is right.  And I have checked out.  I am an open minded person.  I will listen to other perspectives, will entertain ideas that I may not have thought of.  But when we are told indirectly over and over, how we are wrong, because of having a different view, why should we listen any longer.  And even more importantly, when as adults we routinely toss about words our parents would have washed our mouths out with soap for saying, posting gifs, and meme’s using them humorously, are you setting a bad example for not only your kids if you have any, but also the children of others that it is perfectly fine?  Or are you of the mindset that if it is an issue, turn on the language filter. “I shouldn’t have to refrain from speaking how I choose”. 



3 thoughts on “The Boy who cried $%&@

  1. It sadly is the way the world has changed.

    One of the few things I am relaly trying to teach our son is that; It’s fine that others, and himself, express their oppinion and perspective, as long as they can explain, why they feel, the way they feel, in a respectable way.

    We do not have to agree to understand someone elses standpoint.

    But it is not an easy thing to understand and learn; if those in the world around you appear, as if they are “riding the train on a completely different track”

    Thank you for showing me Regie’s Blog in another post of yours, too, I like it very much. 🙂

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  2. I go in waves feeling like this. For the past few years, I haven’t expressed my opinion on very many things openly, because I’ve been sick of being labeled, lumped in the wrong category, or totally misheard or unheard.

    But lately, I’ve decided to fight back. A few years ago my high school senior son was made unwelcome on campus after a threat assessment committee of FIFTEEN deemed him too much of a threat for their school. He made some jokes. In …. questionable taste … but they were jokes. Some girls falsely accused him of slamming them against walls – later completely recanted and tearfully admitted was made up.

    Then, I was told I was racist for advocating free speech events.

    I can’t let it slide anymore. Good men do nothing?

    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity. – WB Yeats

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    1. I think a lot of people started feeling that what they perceive as being right is all that matters. And if we disagree then we are ignored or shut out. I’ve decided that I’m just not listening to people that have opinions that they feel are perfectly fine, but never comprehend that they are being a bully just as much as anyone they feel attacks them.

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