At the center of the mesmerizing rolling meadows, lived a shepherd boy. His existence was essentially pure, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was essentially to tend to his herd of ewes.
Their soft bleating and the whispering of the wind across the single tree on the hilltop were his only associates. Day after day, looking out for his responsibilities click here inculcated in him a sense of tranquil contentment.
Yet, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. During one such occasion from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plan.
Tales of wolves prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a trick on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he dashed into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but found no beast.
The boy giggled at the puzzle on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. However, one noon, a real wolf did attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “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 sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
The story of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is tough to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was anciently.