In the heart of the captivating rolling meadows, dwelt a shepherd boy. His life was essentially pure, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was essentially to look after his flock of ewes.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the wind among the single tree on the peak were his main companions. Day in day, guarding his responsibilities instilled in him a sense of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. On one such day from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty scheme.
Narratives of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy chose to leveraged read more this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One afternoon he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but found no beast.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This game persisted for a few days more. But, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.
The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.