Deep within the enchanting rolling meadows, dwelt a boy named Shepherd. His existence was untarnished, simple yet virtuous. His primary duty was mainly to care for his herd of sheep.

Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the gales across the single tree on the hilltop were his constant associates. Day after day, looking out for his responsibilities instilled in him a notion of calm satisfaction.

Yet, there were at times moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. During one such occasion because of sheer boredom, the shepherd boy conceived a troublesome plot.

Tales of predators hunting on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a trick on the townsfolk.

One morning he dashed into the village yelling “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to offer assistance but saw no wolf.

The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This game laughed for a few more days. But, one noon, a real wolf did attack the flock. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, website the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he returned to the village only to be met with a lesson on honesty and the consequences of crying wolf.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the risks of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once lost, is tough to regain. It's a story as appropriate today as it was in the past.