Deep within the enchanting rolling hills, lived a boy named Shepherd. His life was essentially untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His main role was to look after his flock of rams.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the wind across the lone tree on the peak were his main co-dwellers. Day in day, looking out for his charges imbued in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.
But, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. During one such occasion out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous plan.
Stories of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the villagers.
One day he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to help but discovered no beast.
The boy laughed at the dilemma on their faces. This game persisted for a few days more. Yet, one morning, a real wolf did come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could rescue check here only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.