Deep within the enchanting rolling fields, click here dwelt a shepherd boy. His existence was untarnished, simple, and honest. His main role was essentially to care for his flock of sheep.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the gales across the lone tree on the peak were his main companions. Day in day, looking out for his responsibilities imbued in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
But, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. In one such instance because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous plan.
Stories of wolves preying on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills to help but found no beast.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This game laughed for a couple of more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf actually attack the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.
The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is difficult to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.