Deep within the enchanting rolling meadows, dwelt a young shepherd. His existence was untarnished, and unsophisticated. His main role was essentially to care for his herd of sheep.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the gales across the single tree on the peak were his constant co-dwellers. Day upon day, guarding his charges inculcated in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. On one such day because click here of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous plan.
Stories of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.
One morning he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers ran up the hills for rescue but saw nothing threatening.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This game continued for a couple of more days. Yet, one morning, a real wolf actually attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the results of false alarms.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is tough to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.