Deep within the captivating rolling hills, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His life was essentially unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His main role was essentially to look after his herd of ewes.

Their soft bleating and the whispering of the gales through the lone tree on the mountaintop were his only associates. Day in day, watching over his responsibilities inculcated in him a notion of tranquil contentment.

But, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. During one such occasion from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a troublesome plot.

Tales of predators hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.

One afternoon he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to help but saw no wolf.

The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This game continued for a few more days. But, one morning, a real wolf did charge at the flock. The shepherd boy ran for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated website and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could protect only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.

His tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is hard to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.