In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling hills, resided a boy named Shepherd. His existence was pure, simple yet virtuous. His main role was mainly to care for his flock of sheep.
Their soft bleating and the whispering of the gales among the lone tree on the mountaintop were his only companions. Day upon day, watching over his charges imbued in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. On one such day out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome scheme.
Tales of predators hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One morning he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers ran up the hills for rescue but discovered nothing threatening.
The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank laughed for a few days more. Yet, one morning, a real wolf actually attack the grazing sheep. 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 rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
The story 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 more info perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is hard to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.