Deep within the enchanting rolling hills, lived a boy named Shepherd. His life was mostly untarnished, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to look after his flock of ewes.

Their gentle baas and the whispering of the breezes through the lone tree on the hilltop were his main associates. Day after day, watching over his wards inculcated in him a notion of calm satisfaction.

However, there were occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. During one such occasion from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a mischievous scheme.

Narratives of wild beasts prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to exploit this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.

One day he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The scared read more villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but found nothing threatening.

The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This game continued for a few days more. However, one noon, a real wolf actually attack the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

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

The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.