The Tale of the Shepherd Boy

The Tale of the Shepherd Boy

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In the heart of the enchanting rolling hills, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His being was essentially pure, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was to care for his herd of rams.

Their soft bleating and the whispering of the gales among the single tree on the peak were his constant companions. Day after day, watching over his responsibilities instilled in him a sense of calm satisfaction.

However, there were the occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. On one such day out of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome plot.

Stories of wild beasts prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.

One day he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to help but saw no wolf.

The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This prank persisted for a few more days. But, one morning, a real wolf did attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.

Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could protect only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he went back to the town only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.

His tale of this shepherd boy has been here transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is tough to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.

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