In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling hills, resided a boy named Shepherd. His being was mostly untarnished, simple, and honest. His primary duty was essentially to tend to his herd of rams.
Their gentle baas and the whispering of the breezes across the single tree on the hilltop were his only associates. Day after day, looking out for his wards imbued in him a notion of tranquil contentment.
But, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. On one such day out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome scheme.
Tales of wild beasts prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a joke on the villagers.
One morning he ran into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers rushed up the hills to help but found no beast.
The boy laughed at the dilemma on their faces. This trick laughed for a couple of more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf actually charge at the herd. The shepherd boy ran for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against more info the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to receive a lesson on honesty and the results of false alarms.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.