At the center of the enchanting rolling hills, resided a young shepherd. His being was essentially pure, simple yet virtuous. His main role was essentially to look after his flock of rams.
Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the breezes among the solo tree on the peak were his only associates. Day after day, guarding his charges inculcated in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
But, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. On one such day because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous plot.
Tales of wild beasts preying on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the villagers.
One morning he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but saw no wolf.
The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This game laughed for a couple of more days. However, one morning, a real wolf did attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.
The story of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is more info tough to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.