In the heart of the enchanting rolling meadows, resided a young shepherd. His life was essentially unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was essentially to tend to his herd of rams.
Their gentle baas and the whispering of the gales among the solo tree on the peak were his main associates. Day in day, looking out for his wards instilled in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. In one such instance from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a troublesome plot.
Narratives of wolves preying 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 dashed into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to help but found nothing threatening.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This prank laughed for a couple of more days. Yet, one day, a real wolf did attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty read more and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, is tough to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was then.