In the heart of the captivating rolling meadows, resided a young shepherd. His being was unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His main role was essentially to care for his herd of sheep.
Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the breezes among the solo tree on the peak were his main companions. Day in day, watching over his charges inculcated in him a sense of tranquil contentment.
But, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. In one such instance out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a naughty scheme.
Narratives of wild beasts prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a trick on the villagers.
One afternoon he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! click here A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no wolf.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This trick continued for a few days more. But, one morning, a real wolf did come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy raced for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is difficult to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was then.