Deep within the enchanting rolling hills, lived a boy named Shepherd. His existence was mostly untarnished, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to look after his flock of rams.
Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the gales through the single tree on the hilltop were his only co-dwellers. Day after day, looking out for his charges imbued in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
But, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when website the shepherd boy would yearn for company. In one such instance from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous scheme.
Narratives of wild beasts prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the village. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a joke on the townsfolk.
One afternoon he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to help but saw no beast.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This game laughed for a few days more. Yet, one noon, a real wolf actually charge at the herd. The shepherd boy raced for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is tough to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.