In the heart of the captivating rolling hills, dwelt a shepherd boy. His life was essentially pure, simple yet virtuous. here His primary duty was essentially to care for his flock of sheep.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the breezes among the single tree on the mountaintop were his only associates. Day upon day, watching over his responsibilities instilled in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.
Yet, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. In one such instance because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty scheme.
Tales of wolves hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One morning he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to help but saw no wolf.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This prank persisted for a couple of more days. Yet, one morning, a real wolf actually come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy raced for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to the town only to receive a scolding on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
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 risks of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is difficult to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.