At the center of the captivating rolling fields, lived a shepherd boy. His being was essentially untarnished, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was essentially to look after his herd of ewes.

Their low murmuring and the whispering of the breezes through the lone tree on the peak were his main companions. Day in day, looking out for his wards instilled in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.

But, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would long for company. On one such day out of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a mischievous plan.

Stories of predators prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to leveraged more info this fear and played a trick on the villagers.

One afternoon he raced into the village screaming “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to help but discovered nothing threatening.

The boy laughed at the dilemma on their faces. This game continued for a couple of more days. However, one day, a real wolf did charge at the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

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

The story of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is hard to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was then.