At the center of the captivating rolling hills, lived a shepherd boy. His being was pure, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was essentially to look after his herd of sheep.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the wind through the lone tree on the peak were his only co-dwellers. Day upon day, guarding his responsibilities inculcated in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. In one such instance from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a naughty scheme.
Narratives of wolves preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the villagers.
One morning he dashed into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to help but found no wolf.
The boy giggled at the puzzle on their faces. This prank laughed for a few days more. here But, one day, a real wolf actually charge at the flock. The shepherd boy raced for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.
The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.