Deep within the captivating rolling fields, dwelt a shepherd boy. His life was essentially pure, and unsophisticated. His main role was to care for his herd of sheep.
Their low murmuring and the whispering of the breezes among the lone tree on the peak were his main companions. Day upon day, looking out for his responsibilities imbued in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. On one such day because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous plan.
Narratives of predators prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy chose to exploit this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.
One afternoon he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The frightened villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but found no beast.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This trick continued for a couple of more days. However, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy dashed get more info for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.
The story of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.