In the heart of the enchanting rolling meadows, dwelt a young shepherd. His being was essentially pure, and unsophisticated. His main role was essentially to look after his herd of ewes.
Their gentle baas and the whispering of the breezes through the solo tree on the mountaintop were his main co-dwellers. Day in day, looking out for his responsibilities inculcated in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. In one such instance because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome scheme.
Stories of predators preying on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy chose to exploit this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he ran get more info into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The scared villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but saw nothing threatening.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This game persisted for a few more days. But, one day, a real wolf actually charge at the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the results of false alarms.
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 dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is tough to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.