At the center of the captivating rolling hills, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His existence was unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His main role was to care for his herd of ewes.
Their gentle baas and the whispering of the gales among the single tree on the mountaintop were his only co-dwellers. Day in day, guarding his charges instilled in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
However, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would long for company. In one such instance from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a mischievous plan.
Narratives of predators preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy chose to exploit this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.
One morning he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to help but saw nothing threatening.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This game laughed for a few days more. However, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no check here one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could protect only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is tough to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.