At the center of the enchanting rolling meadows, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His being was mostly pure, simple, and honest. His main role was essentially to tend to his herd of rams.
Their soft bleating and the whispering of the wind among the lone tree on the peak were his main companions. Day in day, watching over his wards inculcated in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
But, there were the occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. On one such day because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plot.
Tales of wolves prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in more info the town. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One day he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but saw no wolf.
The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This game persisted for a couple of more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf actually charge at the herd. The shepherd boy ran for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.
The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once lost, is hard to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.