In the heart of the captivating rolling fields, resided a boy named Shepherd. His being was mostly pure, and unsophisticated. His main role was mainly to look after his flock of ewes.
Their low murmuring and the whispering of the breezes through the single tree on the peak were his constant associates. Day in day, looking out for his responsibilities imbued in him a notion of tranquil contentment.
Yet, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. On one such day because of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a troublesome scheme.
Narratives of predators prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a joke on the townsfolk.
One day he dashed into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers ran up the hills to help but found nothing threatening.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This prank continued for a couple of more days. However, one noon, a real wolf did charge at the flock. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, website no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned 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 handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.