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Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Story in the making - The Girl who cried Wolf

Just a rough draft for now. It was just too vivid an image to let go.

Wolves are remarkable creatures. They are dangerous and savage and yet if you find the right one you will have found a loyal friend for life. You do it enough and they become reliable. Those are the ones we now call dogs. 

Remember the story of the boy who cried wolf? Most people read it as the fable that taught them it's a bad idea to lie because when you tell the truth people won't take you seriously but I'd like to think about it a bit more. Why did the boy cry wolf? To draw attention to himself? To warn about the possibility of wolves in the neighbouring area? To kill time? I don't care. Well, I don't care about the boy's particular reasons. I care about self-fulfilling prophecies and the sense of dread.

I daresay fear of threats not yet present was an evolutionary advantage. After all, those who half-expected tragedy before any signs of it being imminent may have been better prepared to run away from it. This kind of paranoia can make you cry wolf in vain. Heeding it so often when it's a false alarm that it renders you useless in case of a real emergency is detrimental and you don't 

I'm sorry. This sucks. It started a bit more essay-like and not a very good one at that. I'm too sleepy.

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