Nearly three years ago I messaged Josh Mandel (voice of King Graham) asking if he anything about who the KQV narrator Art Lewicki was, and what happened to him after KQV. He replied yesterday, which was great, but didn't know anything about him. This has reignited my curiosity. A very memorable voice from my childhood!
Does anyone have anymore information?
Title says it all.
The story of the boy who cried wolf is iconic and beloved, known to people from all cultures; ages; and backgrounds - a little shepard boy is made to watch over a flock of sheep, and in boredom starts faking wolf attacks which inevitably results in nobody believing him in the event of a real wolf attack, directly causing the sheep (or in some versions of the story, the townspeople and/or boy) to meet a grizzly demise.
I am of the belief that the villagers most if not all tellings of the story tend to side with were 100% in the wrong. I won't be using the implications of child labour as a point given you could argue he's just doing chores given the vagueness and malleability of the text, however...
the boy has been put into an extremely taxing job that will not give him the emotional, mental, or physical stimulation required for his age group. It not only burdens him with the heavy responsibility of safeguarding the sheep but also puts him in danger of a wolf attack - all the while being extremely boring. It should be no surprise that a growing boy would want to have some fun and cause a panic for laughs, what else do you do when you're an 8-year-old with nothing to do yet great responsibilities? The townsfolk should have been prepared for this moment the exact second they let the boy shepard the sheep.
Speaking of a lack of preperation - can the townsfolk not tell the difference between a boy pretending to panic and a boy who's actually witnessing a wolf chasing down sheep? There would be obvious cues - facial expressions, body language, tone of voice - that you don't have to be an NIS agent to figure out. Some iterations of the story (such as this one for example: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8iTcoPeiOs/VRfskKQVs_I/AAAAAAAAOCE/gyFqQah27Wg/s1600/the_boy_who_cried_wolf.jpg ) even distinguish his language to make him clearly more panicked come the real wolf attack. Children can be convincing liars, but they probably can't fake the reaction to animals dying.
And finally, the denizens' worst crime: once their trust in the boy had severed, which is understandable, they did nothing for backup. They didn't get supervision for the boy, they didn't teach him about the dangers of lying, and they didn't replace him with a better behaved child or... y'know, a mature adult suited to look after livestock? This was the fatal mistake that inevitably led to the sheep's demise. They worked themselves into this corner with their utterly idiotic decisions. "Liars will not b
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The funeral director was asking us what we think Mum should wear in her casket.
Mum always loved to wear sarongs (fabric wraps that go around the torso and drape downward a bit like a long skirt would), so my uncle suggested that she wear a sarong in there.
The funeral director looked a bit confused, as did some of our family members, to which my uncle added:
"What's sarong with that?"
I started laughing like an idiot. He was proud of it too. The funeral director was rather shocked. We assured her, and our more proper relatives, that Mum would've absolutely loved the joke (which is very true).
His delivery was perfect. I'll never forget the risk he took. We sometimes recall the moment as a way help cushion the blows of the grieving process.
--Edit-- I appreciate the condolences. I'm doing well and the worst is behind me and my family. But thanks :)
--Edit-- Massive thanks for all the awards and kind words. And the puns! Love 'em.
I would have a daughter
But Bill kept the Windows
True story; it even happened last night. My 5-year-old son walks up behind me and out of the blue says, "hey."
I turn to him and say, "yeah, kiddo? What's up?"
He responds, "it's dead grass."
I'm really confused and trying to figure out what's wrong and what he wants from me. "What? There's dead grass? What's wrong with that?"
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He says, totally straight-faced, "hay is dead grass," and runs off.
And then you will all be sorry.
Now it’s syncing.
He replied, "Well, stop going to those places then!"
