In the heart of the captivating rolling meadows, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His existence was essentially unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was essentially to tend to his flock of rams.
Their gentle baas and the whispering of the gales among the lone tree on the hilltop were his constant associates. Day in day, watching over his responsibilities instilled in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. During one such occasion because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome scheme.
Stories of wolves preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a trick on the inhabitants.
One day he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The frightened villagers ran up the hills for rescue but found no beast.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This game continued for a couple of more days. But, one noon, a real wolf did come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy ran for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to the town only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is difficult to reclaim. click here It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.