In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling fields, resided a shepherd boy. His life was essentially pure, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was essentially to tend to his herd of sheep.
Their soft bleating and the whispering of the breezes across the single tree on the hilltop were his main co-dwellers. Day in day, guarding his charges inculcated in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
But, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. On one such day out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous plot.
Narratives of predators hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One morning he ran 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 nothing threatening.
The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This game persisted for a few website more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf actually charge at the herd. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to receive a scolding on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.