At the center of the mesmerizing rolling hills, lived a shepherd boy. His life more info was pure, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was mainly to tend to his flock of rams.
Their gentle baas and the murmuring of the gales among the lone tree on the mountaintop were his constant associates. Day after day, looking out for his charges instilled in him a notion of tranquil contentment.
However, there were the occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. On one such day because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plan.
Tales of predators preying on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.
One day he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no beast.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This game continued for a couple of more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is tough to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was anciently.