Traditional Fable by: Aesop

Source: Aesop's Fables

Illustration: The Boy Who Cried Wolf

There once was a young shepherd boy who was given the important job of watching over his village’s flock of sheep. Every day, he would take the sheep up to the hillside to graze, while the villagers worked in their fields and shops below.

The boy found his job quite boring. Day after day, he sat on the hill watching the sheep eat grass, with nothing exciting ever happening. He wished for some adventure, some excitement to break up the monotony of his days.

One afternoon, feeling particularly mischievous and bored, the boy had an idea. “What if I told the villagers that a wolf was attacking the sheep?” he thought. “That would certainly create some excitement!”

So the boy ran toward the village, shouting at the top of his lungs: “Wolf! Wolf! A wolf is attacking the sheep! Help! Help!”

The villagers heard his cries and dropped everything they were doing. They grabbed their tools and weapons and ran up the hill as fast as they could to help save the sheep from the wolf.

When they reached the top of the hill, however, they found the boy laughing and all the sheep peacefully grazing. There was no wolf anywhere to be seen.

“Where is the wolf?” asked one of the villagers, breathing heavily from the run.

“Oh, it ran away when it saw you all coming,” the boy said with a grin, barely able to contain his laughter.

The villagers were not amused. They scolded the boy for wasting their time and making them worry, then returned to their work in the village.

But the boy had enjoyed the excitement so much that he decided to try it again. A few days later, when boredom struck once more, he ran down to the village shouting: “Wolf! Wolf! The wolf is back! It’s attacking the sheep again! Please help!”

Once again, the kind-hearted villagers dropped their work and rushed up the hill to help. And once again, they found only the boy laughing and the sheep grazing peacefully.

“This is not funny, young man,” said the village elder sternly. “We have important work to do, and you’re interrupting it with your lies. If you keep this up, we won’t believe you when you really need help.”

But the boy just shrugged off their warnings. He thought it was hilarious how easily he could get the adults to run up the hill.

Several weeks passed, and the boy behaved himself, focusing on his sheep-watching duties. Then, one late afternoon, as the sun was beginning to set, the boy heard a rustling in the bushes nearby.

To his horror, a large, hungry wolf emerged from the undergrowth, its yellow eyes fixed on the flock of sheep. The wolf crept closer and closer, licking its lips as it eyed the fattest sheep.

Now truly terrified, the boy began shouting with genuine panic: “Wolf! Wolf! There’s really a wolf this time! Please help me! The wolf is going to eat the sheep!”

But down in the village, the people heard his cries and shook their heads.

“There goes that lying boy again,” said one villager.

“He’s trying to trick us for the third time,” said another. “We’re not falling for it again.”

“Let him handle his imaginary wolf by himself,” grumbled a third.

No one came to help.

The wolf attacked the flock, scattering the sheep in all directions. Several sheep were injured, and two were killed before the wolf finally disappeared back into the forest.

When the boy finally returned to the village that evening, crying and telling everyone what had happened, the villagers felt sorry for him but were not surprised.

“We’re sorry about the sheep,” said the village elder, “but this is exactly what we warned you about. Because you lied to us before, we didn’t believe you when you were telling the truth. Trust, once broken, is very hard to rebuild.”

The boy learned a painful lesson that day. His lies had not only cost him the trust of the villagers but had also resulted in real harm to the sheep he was supposed to protect.

From that day forward, the boy always told the truth. He never again cried wolf when there was no wolf, and slowly, over time, he began to earn back the trust of the villagers. But he never forgot the hard lesson he learned about the importance of honesty.

Moral: If you keep lying, people won’t believe you even when you’re telling the truth. Honesty is the foundation of trust, and once trust is broken, it takes time and consistent truthfulness to rebuild it.

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