In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling meadows, lived a shepherd boy. His life was mostly untarnished, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to tend to his herd of sheep.
Their gentle baas and the whispering of the gales among the single tree on the peak were his only companions. Day after day, looking out for his responsibilities inculcated in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. In one such instance from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome plot.
Stories of wild beasts preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the village. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.
One morning he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no beast.
The boy giggled at the puzzle on their faces. This prank laughed for a few days more. However, one noon, a real wolf did come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this check here time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.