Deep within the mesmerizing rolling hills, lived more info a boy named Shepherd. His being was essentially pure, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was essentially to look after his flock of rams.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the breezes among the solo tree on the mountaintop were his only associates. Day in day, watching over his wards imbued in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.
However, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. In one such instance out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty scheme.
Stories of wolves preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.
One morning he ran into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but found nothing threatening.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This trick continued for a couple of more days. However, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
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 lesson on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.