In the heart of the enchanting rolling fields, lived a young shepherd. His being was untarnished, and unsophisticated. His main role was to tend to his flock of ewes.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the breezes through the single tree on the hilltop were his main associates. Day in day, looking out for his responsibilities inculcated in him a sense of tranquil contentment.
However, there were at times moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. On one such day from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous scheme.
Narratives of wild beasts preying on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.
One afternoon he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The frightened villagers ran up the hills for rescue get more info but found no wolf.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This game laughed for a few days more. But, one morning, a real wolf did charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for aid 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 flock. Devastated, he went back to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once lost, is tough to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.