In the heart of the captivating rolling hills, dwelt a shepherd boy. His being was unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was to look after his herd of sheep.
Their low murmuring and the rustling of the wind across the single tree on the mountaintop were his main associates. Day in day, guarding his responsibilities imbued in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. During one such occasion because of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous scheme.
Narratives of predators prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a joke 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 to help but saw nothing threatening.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This trick laughed for a few days more. Yet, one day, a real wolf actually attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd check here boy dashed for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.