Deep within the enchanting rolling fields, lived a boy named Shepherd. His being was pure, and unsophisticated. His main role was to look after his herd of ewes.

Their gentle baas and the whispering of the breezes across the solo tree on the hilltop were his main associates. Day after day, looking out for his charges instilled in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.

Yet, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. On one such day because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous scheme.

Stories of wolves prowling on sheep had been around for a while in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a joke more info on the inhabitants.

One morning he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but found no wolf.

The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This prank continued for a few days more. But, one noon, a real wolf did charge at the flock. The shepherd boy raced for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the results of dishonesty.

His tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once lost, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.