Deep within the enchanting rolling hills, lived a boy named Shepherd. His being was untarnished, simple, and honest. His primary duty was mainly to look after his flock of ewes.

Their low murmuring and the murmuring of the wind among the solo tree on the peak were his only associates. Day upon day, guarding his wards inculcated in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.

But, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. In one such instance because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plot.

Stories of predators prowling on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy decided to used this fear and played a more info joke on the villagers.

One morning he raced into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf that has taken my sheep!” The scared villagers rushed up the hills to help but found no beast.

The boy chuckled at the puzzle on their faces. This trick persisted for a few days more. But, one day, a real wolf actually attack the flock. The shepherd boy ran for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but could protect only few of his flock. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to receive a lesson on honesty and the repercussions of dishonesty.

The story of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it highlights how trust once violated, is hard to reclaim. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.