In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling hills, lived a boy named Shepherd. His life was mostly pure, simple yet virtuous. His main role was to tend to his herd of ewes.

Their low murmuring and the rustling of the breezes across the single tree on the peak were his only associates. Day after day, guarding his charges instilled in him a feeling of tranquil contentment.

However, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. In one such instance because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a mischievous scheme.

Stories of wild beasts hunting on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to leveraged this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.

One afternoon he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The terrified villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no beast.

The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This prank persisted for a couple of more days. Yet, one morning, a real wolf actually come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy ran for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.

Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his flock. Devastated, he returned to the town only to be met with a reprimand on honesty and the results of crying wolf.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as read more a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, is tough to reclaim. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.