Deep within the captivating rolling hills, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His being was essentially untarnished, simple, and honest. His main role was essentially to care for his flock of rams.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the wind among the solo tree on the mountaintop were his only associates. Day in day, guarding his charges inculcated in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. During one such occasion because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a troublesome plan.
Narratives of website wolves preying on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a prank on the villagers.
One morning he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The terrified villagers rushed up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no wolf.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This game laughed for a couple of more days. Yet, one day, a real wolf actually attack the herd. The shepherd boy ran for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is difficult to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.