In the heart of the enchanting rolling fields, dwelt a young shepherd. His life was mostly unadulterated, simple, and honest. His primary duty was to tend to his herd of rams.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the breezes among the single tree on the hilltop were his only associates. Day upon day, guarding his charges instilled in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were at click here times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. In one such instance because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous scheme.
Tales of wolves hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the town. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a trick on the inhabitants.
One morning he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but found no beast.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This prank laughed for a few more days. Yet, one day, a real wolf actually charge at the flock. The shepherd boy raced for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the repercussions of false alarms.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.