In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling hills, lived a young shepherd. His being was essentially unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was essentially to tend to his flock of sheep.
Their low murmuring and the rustling of the breezes across the single tree on the peak were his constant co-dwellers. Day upon day, watching over his charges imbued in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
However, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. During one such occasion because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome scheme.
Narratives of predators hunting on click here sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.
One morning he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills to help but discovered no wolf.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a few more days. But, one noon, a real wolf did come to prey the herd. 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 returned to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the significance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is difficult to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.