This is a story in the flanimals of the deep - a flanimal version of the boy who cried wolf Once upon a time, long long ago (quarter past two, 6th of February, 1622), a young groy was tending the sleeb. All the other groy were busy hunting, foraging, sumping the wef, and generally doing stuff. Whilst they were away, the young groy got bored as the sleeb were very boring. So he decided to have some fun, eventually he thought of something and cried 'Quick, quick, there is a molf! The sleeb are in danger!' quickly, the other groy rushed back to protect their sleeb and when they arrived there was no sign of a molf, all the sleeb were fine and the young groy was rolling on the floor lauging. They went away, angry. After a few minutes, the young groy got bored again so he called out'Quick, quick