Deep within the captivating rolling fields, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His life was untarnished, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was mainly to look after his flock of sheep.
Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the gales through the solo tree on the hilltop were his constant co-dwellers. Day after day, looking out for his wards inculcated in him a sense of calm satisfaction.
But, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. In one such instance from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome plan.
Tales of wolves prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers rushed up the hills to help but found no wolf.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This prank persisted for a couple of more The shepherd boy story days. But, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to receive a lesson on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, is difficult to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was then.