At the center of the captivating rolling hills, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His life was mostly untarnished, simple, and honest. His only responsibility was mainly to care for his herd of rams.

Their soft bleating and the whispering of the gales among the solo tree on the peak were his main co-dwellers. Day after day, watching over his wards instilled in him a sense of calm satisfaction.

However, there were the occasional moments website of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. During one such occasion from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty scheme.

Narratives of wolves preying on sheep had been around for a while in the village. So, the boy opted to used this fear and played a prank on the villagers.

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

The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a few more days. Yet, one day, a real wolf actually attack the herd. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.

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 be met with a scolding on honesty and the results of dishonesty.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, is tough to earn back. It's a story as relevant today as it was anciently.