In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling meadows, lived a boy named Shepherd. His existence was pure, simple yet virtuous. His main role was essentially to tend to his herd of sheep.

Their gentle baas and the whispering of the gales among the single tree on the mountaintop were his only companions. Day in day, watching over his responsibilities inculcated in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.

Yet, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for company. On one such day out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a troublesome plot.

Stories of predators preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the village. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.

One day he ran into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but discovered nothing threatening.

The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This prank continued for a couple of more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the consequences of dishonesty.

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 dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently. website