In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling hills, lived a shepherd boy. His being was essentially check here untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was mainly to look after his flock of rams.
Their soft bleating and the whispering of the gales through the single tree on the hilltop were his main associates. Day in day, guarding his responsibilities instilled in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. On one such day from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty scheme.
Tales of wolves hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a prank on the villagers.
One day he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to help but discovered no wolf.
The boy giggled at the puzzle on their faces. This prank laughed for a few days more. However, one morning, a real wolf did charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “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 sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the consequences of dishonesty.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is hard to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was anciently.