Deep within the captivating rolling meadows, lived a boy named Shepherd. His life was mostly unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was to look after his flock of rams.
Their gentle baas and the whispering of the breezes across the lone tree on the hilltop were his constant associates. Day upon day, guarding his wards inculcated in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were at times moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. In one such instance from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plot.
Narratives of wild beasts prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a prank on the villagers.
One day he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no wolf.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This game continued for a couple of more days. But, one morning, a real wolf did come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against website the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is tough to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.