In the heart of the enchanting rolling meadows, lived a shepherd boy. His life was essentially untarnished, and unsophisticated. His main role was mainly to look after his flock of sheep.
Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the gales through the lone tree on the mountaintop were his constant associates. Day after day, guarding his wards imbued in him a sense of tranquil contentment.
However, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. In one such instance out of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty scheme.
Tales of predators prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.
One day he dashed into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but saw no beast.
The boy giggled at the puzzle on their faces. This game laughed for a couple of more days. But, one day, a real wolf actually charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the town only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.
The story of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the website risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is tough to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.