Deep within the captivating rolling hills, lived a boy named Shepherd. His life was mostly pure, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was essentially to look after his flock of rams.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the breezes among the lone tree on the mountaintop were his main associates. Day upon day, looking out for his responsibilities imbued in him a sense of tranquil contentment.
But, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. During one such occasion because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous plot.
Stories of wolves hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the town. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a joke on the townsfolk.
One afternoon he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to help but discovered no beast.
The boy giggled at the here puzzle on their faces. This prank persisted for a few days more. But, one morning, a real wolf actually charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled 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 repercussions of false alarms.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is difficult to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was then.