Deep within the captivating rolling meadows, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His being was pure, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to tend to his flock of ewes.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the breezes among the solo tree on the hilltop were his constant companions. Day after day, looking out for his charges inculcated in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.
Yet, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. On one such day because of sheer read more boredom, the shepherd boy devised a naughty plot.
Stories of wolves preying on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the villagers.
One day he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but found nothing threatening.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This trick continued for a few days more. However, one day, a real wolf did attack the flock. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to be met with a reprimand 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 significance 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 then.