At the center of the captivating rolling hills, lived a shepherd boy. His life was essentially untarnished, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was essentially to look after his flock of sheep.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the wind among the single tree on the hilltop were his main co-dwellers. Day upon day, looking out for his wards imbued in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. In one such instance out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plan.
Tales of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a prank on the villagers.
One afternoon he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! more info There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers ran up the hills to help but saw no wolf.
The boy giggled at the puzzle on their faces. This prank continued for a few days more. However, one morning, a real wolf actually attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of dishonesty.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.