In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling meadows, resided a shepherd boy. His existence was essentially unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was to look after his flock of ewes.
Their soft bleating and the whispering of the breezes across the lone tree on the peak were his constant co-dwellers. Day after day, guarding his responsibilities imbued in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.
Yet, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for company. In one such instance because of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plan.
Tales of wolves preying on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no wolf.
The boy laughed at the dilemma on their faces. This prank persisted for a couple of more days. But, one morning, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy dashed 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. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is difficult to regain. It's a more info story as relevant today as it was then.