In the heart of the enchanting rolling meadows, lived a young shepherd. read more His being was mostly pure, simple, and honest. His primary duty was essentially to tend to his flock of sheep.
Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the breezes among the solo tree on the hilltop were his only companions. Day upon day, looking out for his responsibilities instilled in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. On one such day from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plot.
Narratives of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a joke on the townsfolk.
One morning he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers rushed up the hills to offer assistance but found nothing threatening.
The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. However, one noon, a real wolf actually attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the consequences of dishonesty.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is difficult to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.