Deep within the enchanting rolling fields, resided a boy named Shepherd. His being was mostly unadulterated, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was to care for his herd of ewes.

Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the gales through the solo tree on the peak were his constant associates. Day upon day, watching over his charges inculcated in him a notion of tranquil contentment.

Yet, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. In one such instance from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty scheme.

Narratives of predators prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the town. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a joke on the inhabitants.

One afternoon he dashed into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but saw no beast.

The boy chuckled at the dilemma on their faces. This game continued for a few more days. However, one morning, a real wolf actually attack the herd. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But read more this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the town only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the results of dishonesty.

His tale 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 stresses how trust once broken, is hard to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.