At the center of the captivating rolling fields, dwelt a shepherd boy. His being was essentially untarnished, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to tend to his flock of sheep.
Their low murmuring and the whispering of the gales among the single tree on the peak were his constant co-dwellers. Day upon day, looking out for his charges imbued in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.
However, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. During one such occasion out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous plan.
Stories of wild beasts preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the inhabitants.
One day he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but saw nothing threatening.
The boy giggled at the puzzle on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. But, one noon, a real wolf did charge at the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the repercussions of false alarms.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the significance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is hard to regain. It's website a story as relevant today as it was then.