Deep within the enchanting rolling hills, check here dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His life was mostly pure, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was to care for his herd of ewes.

Their gentle baas and the whispering of the wind across the solo tree on the mountaintop were his only companions. Day after day, guarding his responsibilities instilled in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.

Yet, there were at times moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. On one such day because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy orchestrated a mischievous scheme.

Narratives of predators hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a prank on the villagers.

One afternoon he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills to help but found nothing threatening.

The boy giggled at the confusion on their faces. This game laughed for a few days more. Yet, one morning, a real wolf actually attack the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the results of crying wolf.

His tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying 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.