At the center of the captivating rolling meadows, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His life was mostly pure, simple yet virtuous. His main role was essentially to tend to his flock of rams.
Their gentle baas and the whispering of the wind among the single tree on the mountaintop were his main co-dwellers. Day after day, watching over his responsibilities inculcated in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. On one such day out of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plot.
Narratives of predators hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the inhabitants.
One day he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers ran up the hills to help but saw no wolf.
The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank laughed for a few more days. However, one morning, a real wolf actually come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated read more and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to the village only to receive a lesson on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is tough to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.