At the center of the captivating rolling fields, resided a young shepherd. His being was mostly unadulterated, simple, and honest. His main role was essentially to care for his herd of sheep.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the wind through the solo tree on the mountaintop were his main associates. Day upon day, looking out for his wards imbued in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.
Yet, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. During one such occasion get more info out of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome plan.
Tales of predators preying on sheep had long been circulating in the town. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a trick on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he dashed into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but saw no beast.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This game laughed for a few more days. Yet, one day, a real wolf did come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy raced for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once lost, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.