Deep within the enchanting rolling fields, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His being was unadulterated, simple, and honest. His primary duty was mainly to look after his flock of rams.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the gales among the single tree on the mountaintop were his main associates. Day upon day, watching over his wards imbued in him a sense of calm satisfaction.
However, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. On one such day because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plan.
Narratives of wild beasts prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a joke on the townsfolk.
One morning he dashed into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but saw no wolf.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. But, one day, a real wolf actually attack the flock. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and check here alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to receive a scolding on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
His 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 risks of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is tough to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.