In the heart of the captivating rolling fields, resided a shepherd boy. His being was essentially unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was mainly to tend to his flock of rams.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the breezes among the single tree on the hilltop were his only associates. Day upon day, guarding his charges inculcated in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
But, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. On one such day out of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty scheme.
Stories of predators preying on click here sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One morning he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to help but found no wolf.
The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This prank continued for a few days more. However, one morning, a real wolf did charge at the flock. The shepherd boy raced for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought 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 repercussions of crying wolf.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.