In the heart of the enchanting rolling hills, lived a boy named Shepherd. His existence was essentially untarnished, simple, and honest. His main role was mainly to look after his flock of rams.
Their low murmuring and the rustling of the gales across the solo tree on the peak were his only associates. Day after day, guarding his wards inculcated in him a sense of tranquil contentment.
Yet, there were at times moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for company. In one such instance because of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty scheme.
Tales of wolves hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he dashed into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but discovered no wolf.
The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This prank continued for a few more days. But, one noon, a real wolf did attack the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is hard website to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.