Deep within the mesmerizing rolling fields, lived a boy named Shepherd. His existence was untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was mainly to tend to his flock of rams.
Their gentle baas and the whispering of the wind through the solo tree on the hilltop were his main associates. Day upon day, watching over his charges imbued in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.
However, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. During one such occasion from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous plan.
Stories of wolves prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One morning he dashed into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to help but discovered no wolf.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. Yet, one morning, a real wolf did attack the herd. The shepherd boy more info ran for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
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 false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is hard to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was anciently.