At the center of the captivating rolling fields, lived a boy named Shepherd. His life was essentially untarnished, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to care for his flock of sheep.
Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the gales across the solo tree on the mountaintop were his main co-dwellers. The shepherd boy story Day after day, guarding his charges inculcated in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were at times moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. During one such occasion because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plot.
Narratives of wild beasts preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the village. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the inhabitants.
One day he ran into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills for rescue but discovered no wolf.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank laughed for a couple of more days. However, one noon, a real wolf actually charge at the herd. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to the village only to receive a lesson on honesty and the results of dishonesty.
The story of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once lost, is hard to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.