At the center of the enchanting rolling hills, lived a shepherd boy. His being was mostly pure, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was mainly to tend to his herd of ewes.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the gales across the lone tree on the mountaintop were his only associates. Day after day, watching over his responsibilities imbued in him a sense of tranquil contentment.
However, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. On one such day out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous scheme.
Tales of predators hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the villagers.
One afternoon he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but saw no beast.
The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This prank persisted for a few more days. However, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the town only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the results of false alarms.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it more info stresses how trust once broken, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was anciently.