In the heart of the enchanting rolling hills, lived check here a young shepherd. His being was mostly unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His main role was essentially to tend to his flock of rams.
Their low murmuring and the rustling of the wind across the single tree on the hilltop were his constant associates. Day after day, watching over his charges instilled in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. In one such instance out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plot.
Narratives of wolves prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a prank on the villagers.
One day he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but found no wolf.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This prank continued for a few more days. However, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy raced for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the town only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.