In the heart of the captivating rolling hills, resided a young shepherd. His being was pure, simple, and honest. His main role was essentially to tend to his flock of sheep.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the wind through the lone tree on the hilltop were his main companions. Day in day, guarding his charges imbued in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.
But, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. In one such instance out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous plot.
Tales of wild beasts preying on sheep had long been circulating in the town. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a trick on the villagers.
One morning he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills to help but found no wolf.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This game laughed for a few more days. But, one morning, a check here real wolf did charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is hard to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.