At the center of the enchanting rolling fields, resided a shepherd boy. His existence was essentially unadulterated, simple, and honest. His only responsibility was to look after his flock of sheep.

Their soft bleating and the rustling of the breezes among the single tree on the mountaintop were his main co-dwellers. Day after day, guarding his responsibilities inculcated in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.

However, there were the occasional moments of loneliness, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. On one such day out of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plan.

Stories of wild beasts preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the town. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a prank on the villagers.

One day he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills for rescue but found nothing threatening.

The boy chuckled at the puzzle on their faces. This game persisted for a couple of more days. However, one noon, a real wolf did charge at the herd. The shepherd boy ran for aid shouting “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one came.

Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his flock. Devastated, he went back to the town only to receive a reprimand on honesty and the more info results of crying wolf.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once broken, is hard to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.