At the center of the enchanting rolling hills, dwelt a shepherd boy. His life was pure, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was mainly to look after his herd of rams.
Their gentle baas and the whispering of the wind across the solo tree on the peak were his constant associates. Day upon day, looking out for his charges instilled in him a sense of tranquil contentment.
However, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. During one such occasion from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous scheme.
Tales of wolves hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a joke on the townsfolk.
One afternoon he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but found no wolf.
The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This trick continued for a couple of more days. However, one noon, a real wolf actually charge at the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf read more but could protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to receive a scolding on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.
The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.