At the center of the enchanting rolling fields, resided a shepherd boy. His being was essentially unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was mainly to tend to his herd of ewes.
Their low murmuring and the rustling of the gales across the lone tree on the peak were his main associates. Day in day, watching over his responsibilities inculcated in him a notion of tranquil contentment.
However, there were the occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. On one such day from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome scheme.
Tales of predators hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One day he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers ran up the hills for rescue but found no wolf.
The boy laughed at the dilemma on their here faces. This prank continued for a few days more. But, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “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 returned to the village only to be met with a reprimand 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 value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, is hard to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.