Deep within the mesmerizing rolling meadows, resided a shepherd boy. His being was untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was essentially to tend to his flock of rams.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the gales through the solo tree on the hilltop were his constant companions. Day after day, guarding his charges inculcated in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. In one such instance because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a troublesome plan.
Stories of wolves hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the click here boy chose to used this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One morning he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no beast.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This game continued for a couple of more days. Yet, one morning, a real wolf did come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.