At the center of the enchanting rolling meadows, resided a young shepherd. His being was unadulterated, simple, and honest. His main role was mainly to look after his herd of rams.
Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the gales through the lone tree on the click here hilltop were his constant associates. Day in day, guarding his wards inculcated in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. In one such instance from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome scheme.
Stories of wolves hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.
One morning he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but saw no beast.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This game persisted for a few more days. But, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
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 false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is hard to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.