At the center of the enchanting rolling hills, lived a shepherd boy. His life was mostly pure, simple, and honest. His only responsibility was essentially to tend to his flock of ewes.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the wind click here across the single tree on the peak were his only co-dwellers. Day after day, guarding his responsibilities imbued in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. During one such occasion because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous scheme.
Narratives of predators prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.
One day he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills to help but found nothing threatening.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This prank laughed for a couple of more days. 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 came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
His 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 the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is difficult to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.