In the heart of the enchanting rolling hills, lived a boy named Shepherd. His life was mostly untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was to care for his flock of rams.
Their soft bleating and the whispering of the wind among the single tree on the peak were his constant co-dwellers. Day in day, watching over his wards inculcated in him a notion of tranquil contentment.
But, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. In one such instance out of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a mischievous scheme.
Stories of wild beasts prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the town. So, the boy decided to used this fear and check here played a joke on the townsfolk.
One afternoon he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to help but discovered nothing threatening.
The boy laughed at the dilemma on their faces. This game continued for a few more days. But, one noon, a real wolf did attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to receive a scolding on honesty and the repercussions of false alarms.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was then.