Deep within the mesmerizing rolling meadows, resided a boy named Shepherd. His being was mostly pure, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was mainly to care for his flock of rams.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the gales across the solo tree on the mountaintop were his main co-dwellers. Day after day, guarding his wards imbued in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. During one such occasion from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a mischievous plot.
Tales of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.
One day he dashed into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to help but found no wolf.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a few days more. But, one noon, a real wolf actually attack the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for read more aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he went back to the town only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.