In the heart of the captivating rolling fields, dwelt a shepherd boy. His life was essentially unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His main role was mainly to tend to his flock of rams.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the breezes across check here the lone tree on the mountaintop were his constant associates. Day upon day, watching over his wards inculcated in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.
However, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would long for company. In one such instance out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome plot.
Tales of wolves hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One day he ran into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no beast.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This game persisted for a couple of more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf did come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the village only to receive a lesson on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is difficult to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.