At the center of the mesmerizing rolling hills, resided a boy named Shepherd. His existence was unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to look after his herd of ewes.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the gales among the single tree on the hilltop were his only associates. Day in day, guarding his wards instilled in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.
Yet, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. On one such day because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous plot.
Narratives of wolves preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the village. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One day he dashed into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but discovered no wolf.
The boy chuckled at the confusion on click here their faces. This trick continued for a few days more. But, one noon, a real wolf did attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to receive a scolding on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was anciently.