Deep within the captivating rolling fields, resided a young shepherd. His existence was mostly pure, simple, and honest. His primary duty was to tend to his herd of ewes.
Their low murmuring and the rustling of the wind across the solo tree on the mountaintop were his only co-dwellers. Day in day, looking check here out for his charges imbued in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.
But, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. During one such occasion because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous plot.
Tales of wild beasts prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One day he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The terrified villagers rushed up the hills to offer assistance but found no wolf.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This game persisted for a few days more. But, one noon, a real wolf did charge at the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
The story of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once lost, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.