At the center of the mesmerizing rolling fields, lived a boy named Shepherd. His being was pure, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to care for his herd of rams.
Their low murmuring and the whispering of the wind across the lone tree on the hilltop were his constant associates. Day in day, watching over his charges imbued in him a feeling of website calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. In one such instance out of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome plot.
Tales of wild beasts preying on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One afternoon he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but saw nothing threatening.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This prank continued for a few days more. Yet, one morning, a real wolf did charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is tough to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was anciently.