Deep within the captivating rolling meadows, lived a shepherd boy. His existence was untarnished, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to look after his flock of ewes.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the gales among the solo tree on the mountaintop were his only companions. Day in day, looking out for his wards imbued in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. In one such instance because of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome scheme.
Narratives of predators preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a trick on the villagers.
One afternoon he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no wolf.
The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank laughed for a few days more. Yet, 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 showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the town only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
The story of check here this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is hard to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.