At the center of the enchanting rolling fields, dwelt a young shepherd. His being was essentially untarnished, and unsophisticated. His main role was to care for his herd of rams.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the breezes among the single tree on the mountaintop were his only companions. Day upon day, guarding his charges inculcated in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.
However, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. In one such instance out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plot.
Stories of wild beasts preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One afternoon he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to help but found no wolf.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This game continued for a few more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf actually charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could protect only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of false alarms. click here Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, is hard to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.