Never cry wolf is a common story told to children in an
effort to teach not to lie because of the consequences that can follow. We
learned first “hand” about not crying wolf from Grandma Moser while camping one year. It
was a beautiful summer day up in the mountains of Wolverine. We were camped at
one of our usual spots. This particular day some red berries were found. If my
memory serves me correctly it was Ann that found these berries and also learned
that when these berries were popped that they had a very similar appearance to
blood. “Tyler, Brian, come here” I’m sure Ann said. Who knows what she actually
said, but we do know she called her two little minions over. Once she had shown us
her findings and told us of her plan to smear the red berry juice all over our
hands to make it look as if we had cut our hands all up, how could we resist!?
After the prep work, Brian and I ran back towards the camper “Grandma, Grandma,
help, help!” We didn’t realize that what
we thought to be such a funny joke wouldn’t be so funny to Grandma Moser. Brian
and I were sat down and lectured about the boy (or in this case) the boys who
cried wolf. I don’t believe Ann received any counseling for her idea. She had
escaped yet again!
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