In the heart of the enchanting rolling meadows, lived a young shepherd. His being was pure, and unsophisticated. His primary duty was essentially to care for his flock of rams.

Their low murmuring and the rustling of the wind through the lone tree on the peak were his only companions. Day upon day, watching over his responsibilities inculcated in him a feeling of calm satisfaction.

Yet, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for companionship. On one such day from sheer monotony, the shepherd boy orchestrated a naughty plot.

Tales of wild beasts prowling on sheep had long been circulating in the village. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.

One afternoon he ran more info into the village screaming “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The terrified villagers sprinted up the hills to help but found no wolf.

The boy laughed at the confusion on their faces. This trick persisted for a couple of more days. But, one morning, a real wolf actually come to prey the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for help, 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 sheep. Devastated, he went back to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.

His tale of this shepherd boy has been handed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of false alarms. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is hard to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was anciently.