In the heart of the mesmerizing rolling hills, lived a shepherd boy. His existence was unadulterated, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was to look after his herd of ewes.

Their gentle baas and the rustling of the wind among the solo tree on the hilltop were his main companions. Day upon day, watching over his wards imbued in him a notion of quiet fulfillment.

However, there were occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would long for companionship. During one such occasion because of sheer tedium, the shepherd boy devised a troublesome scheme.

Stories of wolves preying on sheep had long been circulating in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a trick on the villagers.

One morning he raced into the village yelling “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but discovered no beast.

The boy chuckled at the puzzle on their faces. This game persisted for a couple of more days. However, one morning, a real wolf did charge at the herd. The shepherd boy raced for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.

Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could rescue only few of read more his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the town only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.

The story of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable to teaching the significance of honesty, the implications of dishonesty and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it stresses how trust once violated, is hard to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was then.