Deep within the captivating rolling meadows, lived a young shepherd. His life was untarnished, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was essentially to look after his herd of rams.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the breezes among the solo tree on the mountaintop were his only associates. Day upon day, guarding his charges inculcated website in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. During one such occasion because of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a mischievous scheme.
Narratives of predators preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to exploit this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.
One day he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills for rescue but discovered no wolf.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This game laughed for a couple of more days. Yet, one day, a real wolf did charge at the flock. The shepherd boy raced for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, is tough to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.