The Girl Who Cried Wolf (A Lonely Tale)

The story in Aesop’s fable, “The boy who cried wolf” is one of the most popular fables among children and storytellers. The story has been re-structured and re-told in numerous ways through generations keeping the main subject and the moral intact.

Here is my take …

I know the girl who cried wolf, she is my best friend and I know she lied in the past. She often opened her mouth too soon and spoke out of place. But i promise it's not what you think, read along.

I am the girl that cried wolf, I was raised remotely cut off from all forms of civilization. Raised alone, I had no friends to play with but the imaginary ones I made up in my mind and our imaginary pet. They kept me company all day long and were always there when I needed them. We played all sorts of games and they made me laugh all day long.

Fortunately for me, we had to move from the remote location where I was born to a cabin up the hill close to a small town. During the transfer, I brought along all my friends; the ones I used to play with and new others along with our pet wolf. My imaginary friends still kept me company and we played coming down the hill to the town with me screaming “help, I am being chased by wolves; they are coming down the hill.”

Unfortunately, most of the town people took to it and actually taught I was being chased by wolves and they came to my rescue. They saw me as a strange little girl who lived in the forest cut off from civilization and taught I was crazy. I couldn’t blame them for thinking as such because all my friends were imaginary and there was nothing I could do about it.

On a cold winter morning, I was out picking some wood to make a fire when I saw its white fur and sharp teeth. It struck the coldest fear In me I had ever felt. So I threw the way and started running down the hill as fast I could, screaming at the top of my voice. Unfortunately, the townspeople didn’t move an inch given it was cold and the weird girl was back at it again. I wasn’t fast enough and the wolf eventually caught up to me. My skull ended up bashed between the molars of a hungry wolf and my remains as carrion for the vultures.

So yeah, no one in town noticed I was missing but rather they were happy they were finally at peace; no one to bother them. I don’t even hate them for forgetting me after all, “life is for the living, so live it or you’re better off dead.”