Deep within the captivating rolling meadows, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His being was unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His main role was to tend to his herd of ewes.
Their low murmuring and the rustling of the breezes through the single tree on the peak were his constant co-dwellers. Day in day, looking out for his responsibilities imbued in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.
However, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. During one such occasion out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a mischievous plot.
Tales of predators preying on read more sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One morning he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no beast.
The boy chuckled at the puzzle on their faces. This prank continued for a few days more. But, one day, a real wolf actually attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to receive a lesson on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once lost, is tough to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was anciently.