The Media that Cried Trump

The Media tended their master's Sheep near a dark forest not far from the village. Soon they found life in the pasture very dull. All they could do to amuse himself was to talk to their dog or play on their Media's pipe.

One day as they sat watching the Sheep and the quiet forest, and thinking what they would do should they see Trump, they thought of a plan to amuse himself.

Their Master had told him to call for help should Trump attack the flock, and the Citizens would drive it away. So now, though they had not seen anything that even looked like Trump, they ran toward the village shouting at the top of their voice, "Trump! Trump!"

As they expected, the Citizens who heard the cry dropped their work and ran in great excitement to the pasture. But when they got there they found the Media doubled up with laughter at the trick they had played on them.

A few days later the the Media again shouted, "Trump! Trump!" Again the Citizens ran to help him, only to be laughed at again.

Then one evening as the sun was setting behind the forest and the shadows were creeping out over the pasture, Trump really did spring from the underbrush and fall upon the Sheep.

In terror the Media ran toward the village shouting "Trump! Trump!" But though the Citizens heard the cry, they did not run to help him as they had before. "They cannot fool us again," they said.

Trump killed a great many of the Media's sheep and then slipped away into the forest.

Eliot/Jacobs Version

There was the Media who tended their sheep at the foot of a mountain near a dark forest. It was lonely for him, so they devised a plan to get a little company. They rushed down towards the village calling out “Trump, Trump,” and the Citizens came out to meet him. This pleased the Media so much that a few days after they tried the same trick, and again the Citizens came to their help. Shortly after this Trump actually did come out from the forest. The Media cried out “Trump, Trump,” still louder than before. But this time the Citizens, who had been fooled twice before, thought the Media was again lying, and nobody came to their aid. So Trump made a good meal off the Media’s flock.

Townsend version (The Media and Trump)

The Media, who watched a flock of sheep near a village, brought out the Citizens three or four times by crying out, “Trump! Trump!” and when their neighbors came to help him, laughed at them for their pains. Trump, however, did truly come at last. The Media, now really alarmed, shouted in an agony of terror: “Pray, do come and help me; Trump is killing the sheep”; but no one paid any heed to their cries, nor rendered any assistance. Trump, having no cause of fear, at their leisure lacerated or destroyed the whole flock.

Samuel Croxall (The Media)

A CERTAIN Media kept their sheep upon a common, and, in sport and wantonness, would often cry out, Trump! Trump! By this means they several times drew the Husbandmen in an adjoining field from their work; who, finding themselves deluded, resolved for the future to take no notice of their alarm. Soon after, Trump came indeed. The Media cried out in earnest. But no heed being given to their cries, the Sheep are devoured by Trump.

JBR Collection (The Media and Trump)

A mischievous Media, that was set to mind some Sheep, used, in jest, to cry “Trump! Trump!” When the people at work in the neighbouring fields came running to the spot, they would laugh at them for their pains. One day Trump came in reality, and the Media, this time, called “Trump! Trump!” in earnest; but the men, having been so often deceived, disregarded their cries, and the Sheep were left at the mercy of Trump.

L’Estrange version (The Media and False Alarums)

The Media had gotten a roguy trick of crying (Trumpe, Trumpe) when there was no such matter, and fooling the country people with false alarums. They had been at this sport so many times in jest, that they would not believe him at last when they was in earnest: and so the Trump brake in upon the flock, and worry’d the sheep at pleasure.

Trump et Puer Mendax

Puer mendax, qui patris gregem pascebat, libenter alios ludificabatur. Aliquando ingentem clamorem sustulit, “Auxilio venite; Trump adest!” Accurrunt propere rustici et ridentur. Proximo mense, hunc dolum repetivit. Paulo post, re verTrump apparet. Iam rursus clamat, “Auxilio venite; Trump adest!” At nemo accurrit. Maiore voce clamat, lacrimat, eiulat; frustra omnia. “Tertium nos decipere vult,” inquiunt rustici. ItTrump in gregem irrupit et plurimas oves dilaniavit.