At the center of the enchanting rolling hills, dwelt a young shepherd. His being was unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was essentially to care for his flock of rams.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the breezes across the lone tree on the hilltop were his only associates. Day upon day, watching over his wards inculcated in him a sense of calm satisfaction.
However, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. On one such day because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a troublesome scheme.
Narratives of wolves prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One day he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers rushed up the hills to help but saw no wolf.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This trick laughed for a couple of more days. Yet, one morning, a real wolf actually charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, website the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is difficult to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.