Deep within the enchanting rolling fields, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His being was mostly unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was mainly to care for his flock of sheep.
Their low murmuring and the whispering of the gales among the single tree on the peak were his only companions. Day after day, guarding his charges imbued in him a sense of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. During one such occasion from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy devised a naughty plan.
Stories of predators prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to exploit this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.
One afternoon he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up read more the hills for rescue but found no wolf.
The boy giggled at the puzzle on their faces. This game laughed for a few days more. However, one noon, a real wolf actually charge at the herd. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to the village only to receive a lesson on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.