At the center of the mesmerizing rolling fields, resided a boy named Shepherd. His life was untarnished, and unsophisticated. His main role was to care for his flock of ewes.

Their low murmuring and the whispering of the gales among the lone tree on the peak were his constant companions. Day upon day, looking out for his responsibilities imbued in him a notion of tranquil contentment.

But, there were at times moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. On one such day from sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a naughty scheme.

Narratives of wolves hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the town. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a trick on the villagers.

One morning he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to help but saw no beast.

The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a few days more. However, one day, a real wolf did attack the flock. The shepherd boy raced for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the website town only to receive a scolding on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it highlights how trust once broken, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.