At the center of the enchanting rolling meadows, resided a shepherd boy. His being was essentially unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His main role was essentially to look after his herd of rams.
Their gentle baas and the whispering of the breezes among the lone tree on the mountaintop were his constant associates. Day upon day, looking out for his wards instilled in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.
Yet, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would long for company. During one such occasion because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plan.
Tales of wild beasts preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the village. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but saw no beast.
The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This game persisted for a few days more. But, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once lost, is difficult to regain. It's a story as check here pertinent today as it was anciently.