Deep within the captivating rolling meadows, lived a shepherd boy. His life was pure, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was to care for his herd of sheep.

Their gentle baas and the whispering of the wind through the lone tree on the hilltop were his only co-dwellers. Day after day, looking out for his responsibilities instilled in him a sense of calm satisfaction.

Yet, there were at times moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for fellowship. During one such occasion out of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty scheme.

Tales of wild beasts hunting on sheep had long been circulating in the town. So, the boy decided to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the villagers.

One morning he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but saw no beast.

The boy laughed at the dilemma on their faces. This trick continued for a couple of more days. Yet, one noon, a real wolf actually come to prey the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for help, shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he went back to the village only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the repercussions of false alarms.

The here tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the risks of false alarms. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is difficult to earn back. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.