At the center of the captivating rolling fields, lived a shepherd boy. His being was essentially unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was mainly to tend to his flock of rams.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the breezes among the solo tree on the mountaintop were his constant companions. Day after day, guarding his wards imbued in him a notion of tranquil contentment.
Yet, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would long for company. In one such instance because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a troublesome plot.
Stories of predators prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.
One day he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers ran up the hills to help but found no wolf.
The boy laughed at the dilemma on their faces. This trick continued for a few more days. However, one morning, a real wolf actually charge at the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this The shepherd boy story time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is tough to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.