At the center of the mesmerizing rolling meadows, resided a boy named Shepherd. His life was untarnished, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to tend to his herd of ewes.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the breezes through the single tree on the hilltop were his main companions. Day in day, guarding his responsibilities instilled in him a sense of tranquil contentment.
Yet, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. On one more info such day because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty scheme.
Narratives of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a trick on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The scared villagers rushed up the hills to help but discovered nothing threatening.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank continued for a few more days. Yet, one day, a real wolf actually attack the flock. The shepherd boy ran for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the results of false alarms.
The story of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is difficult to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.