At the center of the enchanting rolling fields, resided a boy named Shepherd. His existence was mostly pure, simple yet virtuous. His main role was essentially to tend to his flock of rams.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the breezes across the lone tree on the hilltop were his only companions. Day upon day, watching over his wards instilled in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for company. On one such day from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty scheme.
Tales of predators preying on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy chose to exploit this fear and played a prank on the villagers.
One day he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but saw nothing threatening.
The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This game persisted for a few days more. However, one morning, a real wolf actually charge at the flock. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “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. Devastated, he returned to the village only to receive a lesson on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses website how trust once lost, is hard to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.