At the center of the enchanting rolling hills, resided a shepherd boy. His life was unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to look after his herd of ewes.
Their soft bleating and the rustling of the gales through the lone tree on the mountaintop were his constant co-dwellers. Day in day, guarding his responsibilities instilled in him a feeling of quiet fulfillment.
However, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for fellowship. On one such day because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy devised a naughty plan.
Stories of wolves hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a trick on the villagers.
One day he ran into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers rushed up the hills to help but found no beast.
The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. But, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the repercussions of false alarms.
His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of website lying and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is hard to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was then.