Deep within the mesmerizing rolling fields, resided a boy named Shepherd. His existence was mostly untarnished, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was to look after his flock of sheep.

Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the breezes across the single tree on the mountaintop were his constant associates. Day in day, guarding his charges imbued in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.

But, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for fellowship. In one such instance out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty scheme.

Narratives of predators prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a prank on the villagers.

One day he ran into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills for rescue but saw no beast.

The boy more info laughed at the confusion on their faces. This prank continued for a few days more. But, one day, a real wolf actually charge at the flock. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the town only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of dishonesty.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.