At the center of the mesmerizing rolling meadows, lived a young shepherd. His life was unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His main role was mainly to look after his herd of rams.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the wind among the solo tree on the hilltop were his main associates. Day after day, looking out for his charges imbued in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. In one such instance because of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plot.
Tales of wolves preying on sheep had long been circulating in the town. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.
One day he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but found nothing threatening.
The boy giggled at the puzzle on their faces. This game laughed for a few days more. However, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to receive a lesson on honesty and the results of crying wolf.
The story of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is difficult to regain. check here It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.