At the center of the enchanting rolling fields, lived a shepherd boy. His being was mostly pure, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was mainly to care for his herd of sheep.
Their soft bleating and the whispering of the wind through the lone tree on the mountaintop were his only co-dwellers. Day in day, guarding his responsibilities imbued in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. On one such day because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome scheme.
Tales of wild beasts preying on sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a trick on the villagers.
One day he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but saw nothing threatening.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This game persisted for a few more days. However, one noon, a real wolf did come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, website is difficult to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.