At the center of the enchanting rolling hills, lived a shepherd boy. His being was mostly pure, and unsophisticated. His main role was to care for his flock of rams.
Their low murmuring and the whispering of the breezes among the single tree on the peak were his constant associates. Day in day, watching over his wards inculcated in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
But, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. On one such day from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome plot.
Stories of wild beasts prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy opted to leveraged more info this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.
One morning he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but found no beast.
The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank persisted for a couple of more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf did charge at the flock. The shepherd boy raced for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is tough to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.