Deep within the captivating rolling meadows, resided a boy named Shepherd. His existence was essentially untarnished, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to tend to his flock of ewes.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the gales through the solo tree on the peak were his main co-dwellers. Day after day, looking out for his charges inculcated in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.
But, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. In one such instance from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a troublesome plot.
Stories of predators preying on sheep had long been circulating click here in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a prank on the villagers.
One afternoon he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but found no beast.
The boy chuckled at the puzzle on their faces. This prank continued for a few more days. But, one noon, a real wolf did come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to receive a lesson 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 value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is hard to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.