At the center of the enchanting rolling hills, resided a young shepherd. His existence was essentially unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His main role was to tend to his herd of rams.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the wind among click here the single tree on the peak were his constant companions. Day upon day, looking out for his responsibilities inculcated in him a sense of tranquil contentment.
However, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. On one such day out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome plot.
Stories of wolves prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but found no beast.
The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a few more days. But, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he went back to the town only to receive a scolding on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
The story of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is tough to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was anciently.