In the heart of the captivating rolling meadows, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His life was untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His main role was essentially to look after his herd of sheep.
Their soft bleating and the whispering of the breezes among the lone tree on the hilltop check here were his main companions. Day upon day, watching over his responsibilities instilled in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. During one such occasion from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous scheme.
Narratives of wolves hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a trick on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills for rescue but saw no wolf.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank persisted for a couple of more days. However, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.
The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is hard to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.