In the heart of the captivating rolling fields, lived a boy named Shepherd. His existence was mostly untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His main role was mainly to care for his flock of ewes.
Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the wind through the single tree on the peak were his constant associates. Day in day, guarding his responsibilities inculcated in him a sense of calm satisfaction.
However, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. On one such day out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous plot.
Tales of predators preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.
One morning he dashed into the village shouting “Wolf! There more info is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but saw nothing threatening.
The boy giggled at the puzzle on their faces. This trick continued for a couple of more days. But, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could protect only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the town only to receive 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 value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is hard to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.