Deep within the mesmerizing rolling fields, lived a shepherd boy. His life was pure, simple yet virtuous. His main role was mainly to tend to his flock of sheep.

Their gentle baas and the rustling of the gales through the solo tree on the mountaintop were his only associates. Day after day, watching over his charges instilled in him a notion of tranquil contentment.

But, there were the occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. During one such occasion from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous scheme.

Narratives of wolves hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.

One afternoon he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is preying on my sheep!” The frightened villagers ran up the hills for rescue but discovered nothing threatening.

The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This trick persisted for a few days more. But, one day, a real wolf did come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf more info but could rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to the town only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.

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