Deep within the mesmerizing rolling fields, lived a boy named Shepherd. His being was pure, simple, and honest. His main role was to care for his herd of ewes.

Their soft bleating and the murmuring of the gales across the solo tree on the hilltop were his main co-dwellers. Day upon day, guarding his wards instilled in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.

But, there were at times moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. On one such day because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a check here mischievous scheme.

Tales of predators prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a trick on the inhabitants.

One afternoon he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The terrified villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but saw no wolf.

The boy chuckled at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a few more days. Yet, one day, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy raced for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.

Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but managed to protect only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the consequences of false alarms.

The story of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once violated, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.