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The True Story of The Boy Who Cried Wolf
by Kris on 10/13/2004 (6)

A valueable leason soon to be learned.
This is the story of young Timmy Hammerstein, son of the most famous sheep herder in all of Northern Iowa. Timmy lived a simple life, sleeping on shady meadows and playing tricks on the well-meaning townspeople that lived in the town below.

One day while lying in the shade of a tall tree, casually minding his father's herd, a brilliant idea dawned upon Timmy.

After Timmy's idea for a fork that was also a toilet scrubber failed more miserably than Mariah Carry's movie career, he had a new, even more brilliant idea.

"I'll play a cruel trick on the townspeople," thought Timmy silently to himself.

So days later, as Timmy sat once more under the same tree watching the same herd of sheep, he enacted his master plan.

"Wolf!" cried Timmy as loud as his boyish lungs would cry.

As his troubled words reached the townspeople, they came running to his rescue.

"We must save the sheep," they yelled as they ran to Timmy's aid, brandishing pitchforks, rakes, semi-automatic weapons, and anything else that could be turned upon a wolf.

But when they reached Timmy and his herd of sheep, they found no wolf. All they found was a boy laughing madly at them.

"I fooled you, I fooled you all," Timmy managed to utter from between all his laughter.

The townspeople glared at Timmy and slowly began walking angrily back into town.

One day later, clearly not satisfied with the success of his first trick, Timmy cried "Wolf!" once more. And just like the first time, the towns people came running. And Timmy laughed, and laughed, and laughed. And the towns people went away once more angry.

Timmy was having so much fun at the expense of the townsfolk that he tried it a third time. And once more they came running to his aide.

"You called, and we came to your aide," said one of the angered townspeople. "But it was all a ruse at our expense. One day, when you really need our help, we won't be there for you."

Timmy thought little of the comment and continued to laugh as the townspeople left in anger.

Days later Timmy sat alone on the hill, watching the sheep. Out of the corner of his eye, Timmy spotted a large wolf amongst them, ready to strike upon the helpless sheep.

"Wolf!" he cried. "There is a wolf attacking my herd!"

Timmy's cries fell upon deaf ears. And those deaf ears belonged to robots.

Tired of endlessly trudging up the hills, the townspeople pooled their money together and purchased an experimental robot defense system.

"This is the latest in Robot/Wolf defense," the salesman had assured them.

"Wolf, it's a god damn wolf!"
- Timmy
Liar.
A group of five robots flew out from the sky and landed amidst the sheep. Armed with laser guided missiles, the team of robots made short work of the wol


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