The Tale of the Shepherd Boy

The Tale of the Shepherd Boy

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Deep within the mesmerizing rolling fields, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His being was untarnished, simple, and honest. His primary duty was mainly to tend to his flock here of ewes.

Their soft bleating and the rustling of the gales across the solo tree on the peak were his constant associates. Day after day, watching over his wards instilled in him a sense of tranquil contentment.

Yet, there were the occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. In one such instance out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plot.

Narratives of predators preying on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a joke on the villagers.

One day he dashed into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but saw no wolf.

The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This game continued for a few more days. Yet, one morning, a real wolf did come to prey the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned 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 transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the significance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is difficult to reclaim. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.

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