Deep within the mesmerizing rolling meadows, resided a shepherd boy. His life was pure, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was mainly to look after his herd of ewes.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the gales across the single tree on the mountaintop were his only associates. Day after day, looking out for his responsibilities instilled in him a notion of tranquil contentment.
However, there were at times moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. In one such instance out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous plan.
Tales of predators hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to help but saw no wolf.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This trick continued for a few more days. Yet, one morning, a real wolf actually attack the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and website the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.