At the center of the captivating rolling hills, lived a boy named Shepherd. His being was essentially untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was essentially to tend to his herd of sheep.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the breezes across the solo tree on the peak were his only companions. Day after day, watching over his responsibilities imbued in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. During one such occasion get more info from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy devised a naughty plan.
Narratives of wolves hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One afternoon he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but saw no beast.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. But, one morning, a real wolf actually charge at the herd. The shepherd boy 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 returned to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of dishonesty.
The story of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.