At the center of the enchanting rolling fields, dwelt a shepherd boy. His life was pure, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was to tend to his flock of sheep.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the breezes through the lone tree on the hilltop were his constant co-dwellers. Day in day, guarding his wards inculcated in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
But, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. In one such instance out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome plot.
Stories of predators prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One afternoon he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but found no wolf.
The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This game continued for a couple of more days. However, one morning, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the results of false alarms.
The more info story of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is tough to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.