At the center of the mesmerizing rolling meadows, lived a young shepherd. His existence was mostly pure, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was mainly to look after his flock of rams.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the wind across the single tree on the mountaintop were his constant co-dwellers. Day after day, looking out for his charges imbued in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
Yet, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. On one such day from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy devised a naughty plan.
Narratives of predators prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One morning he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but saw nothing threatening.
The boy giggled at the puzzle on their faces. This prank continued for a few days more. However, one day, a real wolf actually attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to the town only to receive a lesson on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
The tale 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 false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is difficult to reclaim. It's a story get more info as appropriate today as it was anciently.