At the center of the mesmerizing rolling meadows, resided a boy named Shepherd. His existence was mostly pure, simple yet virtuous. His main role was essentially to look after his herd of sheep.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the wind among the solo tree on the mountaintop were his only companions. Day upon day, looking out for his responsibilities inculcated in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
But, there were the occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. During one such occasion from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plot.
Tales of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy chose to exploit this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One morning he ran into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills to help but discovered no beast.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This prank laughed for a couple of more days. But, one day, a real wolf actually charge at the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes click here how trust once lost, is difficult to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was then.