Deep within the enchanting rolling hills, dwelt a shepherd boy. His existence was essentially untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was to tend to his flock of rams.
Their low murmuring and the whispering of the gales across the solo tree on the hilltop were his constant companions. Day upon day, watching over his responsibilities instilled in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. In one such instance out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plot.
Tales of predators hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.
One afternoon he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but saw no wolf.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This game persisted for a couple of more days. But, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy raced for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the results of false alarms.
His tale of this shepherd boy has more info been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is hard to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.