In the heart of the captivating rolling meadows, lived a young shepherd. His life was mostly pure, simple yet virtuous. His only responsibility was to look after his flock of rams.

Their low murmuring and the whispering of the gales across the lone tree on the mountaintop were his constant co-dwellers. Day in day, watching over his responsibilities instilled in him a sense of quiet fulfillment.

But, there were the occasional moments of isolation, when the shepherd boy would pine for company. On one such day from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy orchestrated a troublesome plot.

Narratives of wild beasts hunting on sheep had long here been circulating in the town. So, the boy opted to exploit this fear and played a prank on the inhabitants.

One afternoon he ran into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf preying on my sheep!” The scared villagers rushed up the hills for rescue but found nothing threatening.

The boy laughed at the dilemma on their faces. This prank persisted for a few days more. However, one morning, a real wolf did attack the herd. The shepherd boy raced for aid screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one responded.

Frustrated and alone, the boy fought against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the results of dishonesty.

The tale 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 broken, is difficult to regain. It's a story as relevant today as it was in the past.