Story
A boy, employed to tend his father's sheep upon the hillside, soon grew weary of the quiet solitude of his task. To amuse himself and break the monotony of the long days, he devised a cruel game. He would run down the hill to the village below, crying out in distress: "Wolf! Wolf! A great wolf has come into the pasture and is devouring the sheep!"
The villagers, hearing this desperate call, would immediately abandon their labors and rush up the hillside with staffs and stones, prepared to defend the flock. But when they arrived, they would find no wolf—only the boy, laughing at the success of his deception.
This happened not once, but many times over. Each time the boy cried out in false alarm, the villagers came running to his aid, only to discover that no danger existed. Though they grew irritated at being repeatedly deceived, they continued to respond to his calls, for each time there was a possibility, however diminished, that the alarm might be genuine.
At last, one day, a real wolf did indeed come down from the mountains and entered the pasture, beginning to attack and slaughter the sheep. The boy, in true terror now, ran down the hillside crying out with genuine urgency: "Wolf! Wolf! A wolf is truly here! Help me! Please come!"
But the villagers, having been deceived so many times before, did not believe him. They assumed that this was yet another false alarm, another cruel deception. They remained in the village, continuing their work, paying no heed to his cries. The boy ran from house to house, pleading for aid, but all doors were closed against him. None came to his assistance.
The wolf, unopposed and uncontested, slaughtered the flock entirely. The boy returned to his father with his charge destroyed, his credibility shattered, and his reputation for truthfulness lost forever.
Thus was he forced to understand that foresight demands not merely the ability to predict danger, but the wisdom to maintain the credibility upon which others' belief in our warnings depends.