Deep within the enchanting rolling meadows, dwelt a shepherd boy. His being was untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His main role was mainly to look after his herd of sheep.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the wind across the single tree on the hilltop were his only companions. Day in day, watching over his responsibilities instilled in him a sense of calm satisfaction.
However, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. In one such instance from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome plan.
Stories of wild beasts preying on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.
One day he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills for rescue but saw no beast.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This game laughed for a couple of more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf did attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few get more info of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to receive a lesson on honesty and the consequences of dishonesty.
The story of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is hard to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.