Deep within the check here captivating rolling meadows, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His life was essentially unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was essentially to care for his flock of ewes.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the gales across the single tree on the peak were his constant companions. Day after day, watching over his wards instilled in him a sense of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. On one such day from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plan.
Narratives of wolves hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One morning he ran into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but saw no wolf.
The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This prank laughed for a couple of more days. However, one day, a real wolf actually attack the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to receive a lesson on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
The story of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is difficult to reclaim. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.