In the heart of the captivating rolling hills, lived a shepherd boy. His being was untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was mainly to tend to his flock of ewes.
Their low murmuring and the whispering of the wind among the lone tree on the peak were his constant associates. Day after day, watching over his charges inculcated in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.
But, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. On one such day from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous scheme.
Stories of wolves prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the village. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.
One morning he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but saw no wolf.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. Yet, one noon, website a real wolf did attack the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is difficult to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.