At the center of the mesmerizing rolling fields, dwelt a young shepherd. His being was essentially pure, simple, and honest. His only responsibility was essentially to look after his flock of rams.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the wind among the single tree on the hilltop were his main associates. Day after day, watching over his charges imbued in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.
But, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. In one such instance from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a naughty scheme.
Narratives of wolves prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a joke on the townsfolk.
One day he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking more info my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills to offer assistance but saw no wolf.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank laughed for a few more days. But, one morning, a real wolf actually charge at the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.
The story 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 crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is difficult to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.