Deep within the captivating rolling hills, lived a boy named Shepherd. His being was mostly untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was essentially to care for his flock of rams.
Their low murmuring and the whispering of the gales through the single tree on the peak click here were his constant associates. Day after day, watching over his responsibilities imbued in him a sense of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. During one such occasion from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plot.
Tales of wolves preying on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the villagers.
One afternoon he dashed into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but discovered no wolf.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. However, one noon, a real wolf did attack the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the consequences of dishonesty.
The story of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is tough to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.