Deep within the enchanting rolling meadows, lived a shepherd boy. His life was essentially pure, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was essentially to tend to his herd of ewes.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the breezes among the solo tree on the peak were his only companions. Day in day, guarding his responsibilities inculcated in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. On one such day from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty scheme.
Narratives of wild beasts prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the website inhabitants.
One afternoon he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers rushed up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no beast.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank laughed for a couple of more days. However, one morning, a real wolf actually attack the herd. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could protect only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is hard to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.