At the center of the enchanting rolling hills, lived a boy named Shepherd. His existence was essentially pure, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was mainly to tend to his flock of rams.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the wind through the solo tree on the hilltop were his only co-dwellers. Day in day, looking out for his wards imbued in him a sense of tranquil contentment.
But, there were at times moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. During one such occasion out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a troublesome plan.
Stories of wolves preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a trick on the villagers.
One morning he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers rushed up the hills to offer assistance but saw nothing threatening.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This prank persisted for a couple of more days. Yet, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the check here boy fought against the wolf but could protect only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the town only to receive a lesson on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is difficult to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.