The Mischievous Shepherd Boy Author : Mokshita Pissay

 The Mischievous Shepherd Boy

Author : Mokshita Pissay

There once lived an Mischievous shepherd boy who amused himself by crying out loud, "Wolf! Wolf! The wolf is eating the sheep!" The villagers ran to save the sheep. The boy laughed at them. One fine day, the boy went out for a stroll away from his little hut as that day his father was looking after the sheep, while he was walking in his way he saw some men but he did not knew that those men were some robbers. The robbers saw the boy walking with a jingle sound from his pocket of the coins he had so, the robbers gang planned to rob the boy they made a plan. The first two robbers came to the the boy running and said "Hey boy please do come with us our friend has fallen down and we need your help to take him to the hospital" but the boy said in return "What will I get in return if I will help your friend" they asked him what he wanted and then the boy said I need some money the robbers agreed unwilling. The boy went to see their friend and suddenly the ill and weak friend woke up and caught the boy while other two took all the money from his pocket and ran away laughing at him, they left the boy annoyed and angry the boy thought to himself that "This same incident happened with me when I tricked the farmers and wasted their time" the young boy realized his mistake and he went to his home with his head hung down and told sorry to all the villagers and his parents for his mischief his parents forgived him as he understood his mistake.
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