My Fable

A bored little shepherd boy named David was watching over the village sheep. One day he was tired of not doing anything, so he decided to yell out, “Wolf! There is a wolf after the sheep!” Concerned for the safety of the herd, the people of the village ran out to the open field carrying their guns and knives

When they got there David was on the ground almost in tears from laughing so hard.
One of the villagers asked, “Where is the wolf, and why are you laughing?”
“There is no wolf,” the shepherd boy said. “I was just bored.”
One of the villagers scolded the boy by saying, “If you yell wolf when there isn’t one it could end up hurting you!”
The mob of villagers, angered by the boy, walked down the hillside back to the village, hoping that David had learned his lesson.
David pulled the same trick for two straight days. Both times he was given a whipping and another chance to redeem himself, but he continued to cry for help when he didn’t need it.

Three days later, when a REAL wolf came to the hill, the shepherd boy yelled down the street to the village, but to his surprise, nobody wielding guns or knives came to his call.

At the end of the day the townspeople came up to where the David usually stood. From a distance they thought that they saw their sheep, but when they got closer they noticed that they were bushes that had been dug up and painted white.

“Where are the sheep?” one person asked. The shepherd boy replied that they were run off by a wolf.

“Well, that will teach you to cry wolf when there isn’t one, won’t it?” said one person.

“Nobody believes a liar...even when he is telling the truth!” said the elder of the town.