At the center of the enchanting rolling fields, lived a shepherd boy. His life was mostly untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was to tend to his flock of rams.
Their low murmuring and the whispering of the gales across the solo tree on the check here hilltop were his constant associates. Day in day, looking out for his responsibilities instilled in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. During one such occasion out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty scheme.
Tales of wild beasts preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to exploit this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills to help but saw no wolf.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This prank persisted for a few more days. But, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could protect only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, is tough to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.