In the heart of the enchanting more info rolling hills, dwelt a young shepherd. His existence was unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was mainly to care for his flock of rams.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the breezes among the solo tree on the mountaintop were his only companions. Day in day, looking out for his charges inculcated in him a notion of calm satisfaction.
But, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. On one such day out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a naughty plot.
Tales of wolves preying on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One afternoon he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills to help but discovered nothing threatening.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This game continued for a few days more. Yet, one day, a real wolf did charge at the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
The story of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is difficult to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.