In the heart of the enchanting rolling hills, dwelt a shepherd boy. His existence was essentially pure, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was mainly to look after his herd of sheep.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the breezes across the lone tree on more info the hilltop were his main co-dwellers. Day in day, watching over his charges instilled in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
However, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. During one such occasion from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty scheme.
Stories of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to exploit this fear and played a trick on the villagers.
One day he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills for rescue but found nothing threatening.
The boy chuckled at the puzzle on their faces. This prank persisted for a few days more. But, one day, a real wolf actually attack the flock. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the repercussions of false alarms.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.