In the heart of the enchanting rolling hills, lived a young shepherd. His existence was essentially unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to look after his herd of ewes.
Their soft bleating and the whispering of the wind across the lone tree on the hilltop were his main co-dwellers. Day after day, guarding his responsibilities instilled in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
However, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. During one such occasion out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy get more info orchestrated a naughty scheme.
Stories of wild beasts prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the villagers.
One morning he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to help but discovered no beast.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This game continued for a few days more. But, one morning, a real wolf did charge at the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the consequences of dishonesty.
His tale 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 perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is tough to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.