In the heart of the captivating rolling more info fields, lived a young shepherd. His existence was unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His main role was essentially to look after his flock of ewes.
Their low murmuring and the whispering of the wind across the single tree on the mountaintop were his main associates. Day upon day, guarding his charges inculcated in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. During one such occasion out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome plot.
Narratives of wolves hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the village. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One afternoon he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers rushed up the hills to help but saw nothing threatening.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This trick laughed for a few more days. But, one noon, a real wolf actually attack the flock. 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 sheep. Devastated, he returned to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.