At the center of the captivating rolling meadows, dwelt a young shepherd. His being was mostly untarnished, and unsophisticated. His main role was to care for his herd of rams.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the breezes across the solo tree on the hilltop were his main companions. Day after day, guarding his wards inculcated in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. In one such instance from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous plot.
Narratives of wolves preying on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.
One morning he dashed into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The terrified more info villagers rushed up the hills to help but discovered nothing threatening.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank persisted for a few more days. But, one noon, a real wolf did attack the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the village only to receive a lesson on honesty and the consequences of dishonesty.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.